Knave

Bed bugs on your rug
So lay low
Down to the ground
Where the sound sub-blow
Up in your face in place of smug mugs
Who make guns in your gums look snug
With at least the guts to teach tugs
Not to cheat and steal a ton
Of rum off of legless mum
Who still hums hymns slung
From lungs in gaelic tongue
Over hung by the blood of Mary's son
Under slave to the stone
That grinds down the dumb
To the ground
Fucking fast
Where the sour working class turns on itself
Their half full hour glass reverses on the shelf
Flesh fights folds like time in tight vice
City genocide at twilight doomsday moonlight
No deal no dice snake eyes roll back twice

"They always seem to pick on you don't they casper why is it?"
"Don't know sir..."
"Is it 'cause you're a badden?"

Free poor Casper
The pale para-rap
Parasite under scope
With micro mic
Vanity of a rebel on a level
Lame male tame to the treble
Rock the game boy beat
Throw rain like pebble
Dash back wash of pint into front of face
Your fears with tears or tedious beers
Same taste (same mates)
Same aches
Same pains
Staking fake refrain
Ready or not here I came
Count to ten sneak a peak at three
Cheat
Seek and hide behind acne
Don't look at me
Don't look at me or my
Two white eyes slice lies
From left cheek to right eye
Tongue tied with a suicidal smile
I'll dial child line and request exile

Pour four more to ensure your
Insecure-ties tied tight and secure
(Eyes) idio-synchronise
With distorted pride
Rock hard post-porn
Perform like sorcerer
Self taught my left head to teach
My right right eye to cheat
And prosper
Pros
Rep' east not north
Thorn in my side dies
Splinter survives winter like
An Irish wake cheap skate
Takes asthmatic breaks
At the grave with the spade
To bury Billy the Knave
Billy no mates
Daisies raise like glass bottoms up
Fast like upper cuts stuck
In dark pockets
Dart swift to spark out cunts
With no bollocks

They said to him
Pray more think less
Never before could a boy care less
Work hard play soft
Snooker ball in sock
He broke glass with rocks
It's not the size of the dog
But the size of the fight in him
Tucks his chin in
He could have been a som'body
Minus me he's a body to no-body
Coffin was shoddy
Caught him sippin' on
Special K high on China white
You're my china plate I ain't tryna fight
But he
Lived fast passed slow
On his pay as you go through low life alone
Phone home to a drone and a change of address
Well stressed look mate it's not the best
Idea to be here your living in fear
Then he looked up shed a tear

"Look at the mess you're in
Look at the state you've made
Don't look so sorry for yourself Casper you're not dead yet"
"He will be when I've had him"
"Oh yes...
You're a big lad aren't ya he's just about your size casper isn't he
Ay? Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?
What if I rub your nose in the coke ay? what would you say about that?
You'd say I was a bully wouldn't you... and you'd be right
'cause I'm bigger and I'm stronger than you aren't I? Ay?
That's what it's like to be bullied...
You don't like it do you?
We'll you'll like it a bit less if I ever catch you at it again
Do you understand it?"