Pork Pie

I bring a massive bag of compost and constant beats

Stomp my feet and watch what I want to see

Obnoxious freak lost in a monster's teeth

I got P, squashed beef, and I drop the beans

I spill gravy, I'm still just a little bit crazy

Me and Jay killed every single gig lately

Been a bit cagey, the skinny kid shaky

The lyricist played by the sniff, he spit rabies

Listen, Chris made me, the hippy kid, maybe

Still, I see the difference in this shit abyss plainly

Pick and mix baby, covered in the future

Jugglin' the truth like I'm stuck in a computer

Fuck it, you're in tune to the troubles of a loser

Cuddlin' a cube, love and suck is like a Hoover

Nothin' but the truth, gettin' buggered in a room

Full of fantasized punishment, smothered on the tunes

You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie

Your wife was knockin' on my door like all night

I talk shite, snort lines, and I'm E'd up

Clean-cut guys get tortured and beat up

Mr. D just walks in the street

Fuck talkin' to tree stumps, roarin' on police trucks

Catch me choppin' off a fat rock of Chaplin

Hats off the raps for the backdrop collapsin'

I'll match what you can bring, has been, I'll have you in a backspin

Embarrassed, sittin' battered with a handprint

Yeah that's him, yeah, the breh, with the funny hat

Wearin' a rubbish bag, yeah, yeah, shut it slag

Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand amped up

A loud cunt known to shout stuff and leave your house fucked

Mr. Party Man after sippin' lager cans

I'll sniff half a gram and charm the piss from your auntie's pants

I'm bored of my life, talkin my shite

Snortin' my lines like pork to the pie

Bored of my life, talkin' the shite

Snortin' my lines like pork to the pie

I'm bored of my life, talkin my shite

Snortin' my lines like pork to the pie

Bored of my life, talkin' the shite

Snortin' my lines like pork to the pie