eum - newcasill. lyrics
[intro]
newcastle, new
newcastle
newcastle
newcastle (yeah)
newcastle
newcastle
yo (newcastle)
[verse 1]
alright, you greenie teenies, i know you love the pills
neck deep into your liver: leazers, where you f-ck and chill!?
penta-dropping but then a heart attack happens
you’re in another place but your jaw’s on another planet?
only life goal’s to b-m katie price
make a disabled baby to get famous, twice
oh, 90 thinks that i’d take advice from a has-been
but i’d rather put empty rappers in trash bins (no!)
made a m-ssive legacy in that cage of the base
with window-lickers, wait ’til there’s rage in their face
and they hit the epiphany that they’re hating their fate
and how that mad imagination of a baser’s misplaced
i just want to put me d-ck in chloe ferry’s lips
’til there’s spit all over like the chin of a special kid (duh)
this little goth b-tch is like “jack, you’re funny!”
before i sh-g her flaps and tax her thrasher hoodie (no!)
[chorus]
f-cking newcastle, f-ck newcastle
f-cking newcastle, f-ck newcastle
f-cking newcastle, f-ck newcastle
f-cking newcastle, f-ck newcastle
[verse 2]
i think primary school was where i sparked my hate
to murder all these bullies with a carpet blade
and then squirt w-lly-milk in mrs. johnson’s face
but i snogged the headmistress so we’re not the same
“the kid’s candy-flipping and sniffing m.d. at sixteen!”
f-cking up beats and fannies that can fit six teens
but i come back to my granddad, then feel so guilty
‘fore i f-ck fatsos ’til their three-inch cl-ts bleed
i was made in isolation being home alone
while you w-nk to cyber-girlfriends on the phone
won’t catch me with bottles of crofters, dead-sad
on that gravel anymore, i am not your step-dad (no!)
no, these cuts have made me farther from a miscarriage
or being a father, but i’ll always be a p-ssed c-nt
i’ve been b-mping kids with fake pills then ask for chucky back?
put nettles on a stick and shove it where you f-cking cr-p
[chorus]
f-cking newcastle, f-ck newcastle
f-cking newcastle, f-ck newcastle
f-cking newcastle, f-ck newcastle
f-cking newcastle, f-ck newcastle
[verse 3]
your mother thinks i should be sectioned: “ah well, eh?”
this is why you’ll never hear us on spark fm
you’re more lost than maddie mccann and mein kampf too
and the loch ness monster and your dead dad, whew
bit of the bud and the smirnoff’s gannin’ gone
i’m just so sick that i’ll whitey in hash’s car (eurgh)
and how the f-ck could i be a bit happy, what?
in a town full of paedos, fat slags and chavs
just always making moves to the f.b.f. l-sses
used to chill with some deadly smegged-up smack-heads
so tell me: what is a pound to the homeless?
ah, and yes, i, i think the scene’s not too hopeless
tehuti gold said: “we need more unity”
picture me in spinning helicopters shooting police
screaming “ne” ’til my death and eulogy
i heard you suck your father off for his poo and wee
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