dr syntax - grotty lyrics
[verse 1: ?]
i owed my mate’s mum a bit of gardening
chill with her son and yo i still beg your pardoning
lazy little sh-tbag
naked in a wigwam
i paid to get a ticket, still break in with a wristband
maybe your a big man
perhaps you’ve done a bit of bird
maybe you’re the type of man to slap about a bit of skirt
either that or some kind of d-ckhead with the fitted words
wriggle out the thinnest situation when it thickens first
i know that you’re the biggest of pr-cks
cuz you’re listenin’ to this
with your missus and kids
gettin’ sticky as a rizzler hittin’ whiskey and spliffs
head spinnin’ like a frisbee in a twister the bits
so listen to this
shove a pair of scissors in your gob
pull your pants down and f-ckin’ scare the mrs. with your n0b
get delicious with the cod
i’m never fishin’ with a rod
i’ll be gettin’ in the kipper like i’m pickling the lot
[verse 2: lunar c]
yo
smoking a spliff with a pregnant b-tch at a bus-stop
whether i p-ss it on all depends on if i get sucked off
but i could spend the child benefits on a pub hop…
back on the bus to hers and tell the kids they can f-ck off!
raid their lunchbox just to jack a jam sandwich
vag magnet
i’m leavin’ your gatty slab slanted
dab hand with the slappest f-nny i’m fantastic
stash my package in a fat l-ss’s back p-ssage
make these rappers feel inferior when lunar’s here
there ain’t no-one to compare me to
it’s too unfair
true and they’re gurnin’
her dreadlock in my pubic hair
holdin’ up a carboard sign saying “it’s rude to stare”
stoned and lazy, never on top form
they kicked me out of school and told me i’m a lost cause
so many wrong thoughts in my brain it’s gone warped
i watch p-rn with a limp d-ck eatin’ popcorn
[vesrse 3: ?]
if rappers are like ms dos
i’m the next xbox
quicker, more game…
sinners, pure flames
disagree i bet you’re more ignorant than redneck cops
and that’s word to big bird and thora heard
me k!llin’ it as standard as verse chorus verse chorus verse
awesome work
unless you’re a boring nerd
and all you heard was distorted dirt
in which case
do us all a big favour
push a switch blade
in your rib cage
with haste
f-cking mixtape
you’re a b-tch mate
go eat some fingers fishcakes with your sh-t mates
it’s a testosterone fuelled (?)
wants some hot goo like she’s got the fondue on
ooh. wrong. too. strong. new. song. huge. thong
[verse 4: ?]
i bring the bangers, its ya boy knows p (?)
one look at me girls get their wet salmon
you rap multi-syllable bars with bare boys
i do a show, f-ck a sket a n-ggas s-x toys
like i wanna hear thoughts in my rap music
f-ck you with your d-ck, this is rap music
its easily to the bant, this is rap music
b-lls out when i rap, this is rap music
i was digging, before you had p-b-s donny
you sample mp3’s, you f-cking goon dummies
know i’m as hip-hop, as hard as it comes
keep a spare one in my house, just to grate to my drums
i keep it one way only. fresh hair cut
trimmed up beard n some mac three (?)
master of all trades n your d-mn right sl-ts
i do the beats, do the bars, do the mix and do the cuts. what!
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