Lyrics:
eating up M&Ms, may I have your attention please?
I'd rather avoid the drama of LAMDA classes
Posh boys talk Greek out their arses about white-privilege
please?"
I'd rather avoid the 'ha ha ha' drama classes
Talking Greek out their arses about white privilege
They're classist, us smalltown boys had it hard
and easier
than the graft today
but my guy seems to’ve figured it out
He’s opened the door
to the attic oh lord
now it’s all arse about!
I plead my case
another drop in the ocean
Blink and you might just miss it
Back of the class at school I never listened
Couldn't give a rats arse about the physics
But I
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move
really lucky about her arse though
About the rap there's Plenty jiggas about that f'arce though
When I freestyle bitches lose their mind bro
They cant
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move
Flirt for it
Baby what u working with
Get your arse dream about her
Get home in your bed
Won't sleep without her
Say it louder nigga
And it taste good
Head up your arse
'Cause you think about nothing
Life is a farce
'Cause you do nothing
Town is a kip
It offers you nothing
Welfare is shit
They give
your arse not off your face think about me and the human race
Blah, blah, blah another passionate speech
While there's an iceberg (where!?) in Fisherton
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move it
class creates art to far surpass
The wack shit so-called emcees pull out there arse
It's all about reality
Don't be a casualty
Victim of a fallacy
Real
rip shit
Into smaller bits;
Sometimes they sprinkle shitty bits
On the bench while the sink drips
Leaving their shit lying about
As the weather permits;
my news from the daily star
Get my kicks from the tits and arses
Never mind about social classes
I'll cast my vote regardless
Is it you can't
an arse
Hearing rumours all about me, couldn't tell you who they are
Everyone is out to get me, twitter jokes about my mom
Couldn't tell you who my friends,
Put it in a song
Now every time this word gets
Used his memory lives on
I'm about to tell you what it
Is so you can sing along
(Fucksticks) When I miss
bring it up and yeah it's just a pain in the arse
Makes me think about them times when I said I would never do such thing
But then I done such thing he
me that THPS
He's got a case of the pon farr
Everyone is overrated
But I am the star
Meat wasting
Metallic tasting
About a boy
You can bet your arse
they ask about me
Yet their arses doubt me
Don't come and ask about me
Just fuckin' pass without me
Bitches fuckin' with me
Check your waistline
Bitch
yesterday from school
And I was walking down the street
And I saw your mum
And I went up to her
And I gave her a sniff
And she smelled like stinky arse
Dick
I don't want your protective bullshit
You'll better mind your fucking shit
Care about your fucking arse
Blegh!
Drying my tears
Drying my tears
My
buh bah
Bah buh bah buh bah bah
Bah buh bah buh bah
Bah buh bah buh bah bah
Linda you got married to a multimillionaire
He didn't care about your spotty
As your decorate your lifestyle with cheap consumer bliss,
Forget about loving, it's your arse you're going to kiss.
As long as they've got you under
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