E Numbers
Shut up duck
Don't utter fuck
I dip the chip shop
And bunk bus to bus
(with) sub in sky rocket if he
Dare try pick my
Pocket like Monopoly
Karma is a lottery
Shut up duck
Don't utter fuck
I dip the chip shop
And bunk bus to bus
(with) sub in sky rocket if he
Dare try pick my
Pocket like Monopoly
Karma is a lottery
My property
Make proper P
Take liberty
Take the cake
If my cut shape shift
Short breaths in take
Out targets death by bulls eye's bait but rage
Builds like bulls temper tantrum chimes
When it's time to dine on fine China rhymes
With minor chip on David's stone shoulder
Colder than olders that lean on then bounce
Further than fathers who seem clean of doubt
Bout to speak and remove it all
Better to be thought a fool
Pause...
Rent control my temporary thought
Train wreck when my tracks got chored
(like) poor red light whores on naughty nights
Soul on track but fists are tight
B-rash not allergic
I'm instantly nostalgic
Lick paper with pen
Then drop the penny
For a fought (thought) and lost the fight
Bells ring like silent night
Shepherds quake mistake boy for man
Love to hate hooks like Peter Pan
Nap tantrum tosser
Drop bitch off outside Whipps Cross her
Heart and hope to lie
Stick that needle in the camels eye
Advocate the Devil is God on wine
Tek weh yaself
In the name of the Lord
Church closed by clause eighteen
Applaud
When the life you live ain't yours
Sweating bullets out your pores
Rigid face to face your flaws
Sure you made it to the core
But fear is frail and you regret
To not select to reinvent
Every pun in mother tongue
As a complex set of debt
Barely balance in the light
Never tumble in the dark fark
I talk to myself too much
Chump in the mirror man are running a muck
Fuck you (only) talk like that when your battery low
Thoughts so thick but I need them like dough
(I'm) blind with panic
Times tired on the way up
Heavy hand holds head up
Let up I'm fed up
Four to floor out the door double strut
Lean with the weight of the liquor in my cup
Pucker up where my bollocks bulk
Pulp inside 'er rack I sulk
So stark cant hark
So's I howl like dog jowls
Flap when they bark
Spark cracks in the park
No narcs after dark
Can't pop my bubble
If I huddled in a puddle
Pop pot the white and sink
Walk and talk
With culture combos
Where vultures pawn hoes with moustaches
Soz must dash
I gotta meet a weak mate
About a bird whose weeks late
(then) to the nines in worn brogues
To have butch at big bottles shake
Her figure of eight
Horizontal infinite
GIFs for days
Dazing fast (afterward)
I can't shit or see straight
M 8
Behave Dave
Son of a Knave
Way paved
For city cement
To shit and ferment
On our doorstep
Stains won't evaporate
Like lucky Irish piss
Gold in the grave
Too little too late
But Dave don't moan
He tire and desire
To be all alone
But brave is a verb
You can't learn on your phone
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
"Your too intense
Your fuckin' this your that
No one can talk to ya
And I'm wasting my breath on summin'
I'm wasting my breath on summin'
'cause if I'm gonna take abuse from a bunch of cockroaches behind me
I'll take abuse by doing it my way
So you you little cunt when I tell you to do summin'
And you you fuckin' big cunt when I tell you to do summin' do it
And if you come back at me we'll have a fuckin' right sort out in here
Alright
And you can pair up if you like
And you can fuckin' pick someone else to help you
And you can bring your fuckin' dinner
Cause by the time I'm finished with you you'll fuckin' need it
Do you fuckin' hear what I'm saying or not?"
Don't utter fuck
I dip the chip shop
And bunk bus to bus
(with) sub in sky rocket if he
Dare try pick my
Pocket like Monopoly
Karma is a lottery
Shut up duck
Don't utter fuck
I dip the chip shop
And bunk bus to bus
(with) sub in sky rocket if he
Dare try pick my
Pocket like Monopoly
Karma is a lottery
My property
Make proper P
Take liberty
Take the cake
If my cut shape shift
Short breaths in take
Out targets death by bulls eye's bait but rage
Builds like bulls temper tantrum chimes
When it's time to dine on fine China rhymes
With minor chip on David's stone shoulder
Colder than olders that lean on then bounce
Further than fathers who seem clean of doubt
Bout to speak and remove it all
Better to be thought a fool
Pause...
Rent control my temporary thought
Train wreck when my tracks got chored
(like) poor red light whores on naughty nights
Soul on track but fists are tight
B-rash not allergic
I'm instantly nostalgic
Lick paper with pen
Then drop the penny
For a fought (thought) and lost the fight
Bells ring like silent night
Shepherds quake mistake boy for man
Love to hate hooks like Peter Pan
Nap tantrum tosser
Drop bitch off outside Whipps Cross her
Heart and hope to lie
Stick that needle in the camels eye
Advocate the Devil is God on wine
Tek weh yaself
In the name of the Lord
Church closed by clause eighteen
Applaud
When the life you live ain't yours
Sweating bullets out your pores
Rigid face to face your flaws
Sure you made it to the core
But fear is frail and you regret
To not select to reinvent
Every pun in mother tongue
As a complex set of debt
Barely balance in the light
Never tumble in the dark fark
I talk to myself too much
Chump in the mirror man are running a muck
Fuck you (only) talk like that when your battery low
Thoughts so thick but I need them like dough
(I'm) blind with panic
Times tired on the way up
Heavy hand holds head up
Let up I'm fed up
Four to floor out the door double strut
Lean with the weight of the liquor in my cup
Pucker up where my bollocks bulk
Pulp inside 'er rack I sulk
So stark cant hark
So's I howl like dog jowls
Flap when they bark
Spark cracks in the park
No narcs after dark
Can't pop my bubble
If I huddled in a puddle
Pop pot the white and sink
Walk and talk
With culture combos
Where vultures pawn hoes with moustaches
Soz must dash
I gotta meet a weak mate
About a bird whose weeks late
(then) to the nines in worn brogues
To have butch at big bottles shake
Her figure of eight
Horizontal infinite
GIFs for days
Dazing fast (afterward)
I can't shit or see straight
M 8
Behave Dave
Son of a Knave
Way paved
For city cement
To shit and ferment
On our doorstep
Stains won't evaporate
Like lucky Irish piss
Gold in the grave
Too little too late
But Dave don't moan
He tire and desire
To be all alone
But brave is a verb
You can't learn on your phone
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
"Your too intense
Your fuckin' this your that
No one can talk to ya
And I'm wasting my breath on summin'
I'm wasting my breath on summin'
'cause if I'm gonna take abuse from a bunch of cockroaches behind me
I'll take abuse by doing it my way
So you you little cunt when I tell you to do summin'
And you you fuckin' big cunt when I tell you to do summin' do it
And if you come back at me we'll have a fuckin' right sort out in here
Alright
And you can pair up if you like
And you can fuckin' pick someone else to help you
And you can bring your fuckin' dinner
Cause by the time I'm finished with you you'll fuckin' need it
Do you fuckin' hear what I'm saying or not?"
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Writer(s): Izambard
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