Scrappers

Cross tattoos looking not so eagar

Pours out your booze, haircut like Conor McGregor

He says your ID doesn't look like you

So he livestreams you for all of Facebook to see

Rocked up in trackies, so you're straight up denied

Hasn't got a ground, so you try and you try

Stood there like a spare dick, wonderin' why

What's the point when he won't even look you in the eye?

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

"Not the night"

Professional arsehole, PhD in sleazy

Degree in wreckin' your nights and making women uneasy

He treats you like a dog so he grabs you by the collar

Screams "get lost" and the other mutts holler

On his leash, he's leading his legion

Tryna use logic is like committin' treason

He turns off the cameras so nobody sees him

Crosshatch jacket, now we're gettin' to the reason

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

On the door, lookin' for a fight

"I'm sorry, son, tonight's not the night"

Picked out, taig'd out, k'd out, blued out

Yoked out, bucked out, choked out, fucked out

Picked out, taig'd out, k'd out, blued out

Yoked out, bucked out, choked out, fucked out

Picked out, taig'd out, k'd out, blued out

Yoked out, bucked out, choked out, fucked out