All Hallows'

Losers

I'ma, I'ma psychologist's wet dream, cocaine and ket fiend

Welcome to the dead team

Leave a bitch floatin' like she in the dead sea

Police'll find GHB in her bloodstream

I daydream about goin' mainstream

MTV base, you can see me in HD

But my blaspheming gets deemed extreme so I take ecstasy

To raise my self-esteem

But these pills got me thirsty, pills got me sweatin'

Like a nonce in a nursery

I smoke bless 'cause the good Lord cursed me

My weed's got the same passport as Van Persie

You consign, you best reimburse me or Si will put you in a hearse

No mercy

Firstly, got to let you know that my blow might just affect you adversely

I got this young chick waitin' for me at home

And she knows to only answer to me alone

And it's not 'cause I'm handsome, no

It's 'cause her parents, they responded to the ransom note

Tryin' to fill up my hands with dough

'Cause I still got plans, ya know

Might be dead, it won't stop me though

You reap what you sew, yeah

'Cause I'm a fuckin' necrophiliac, dead chicks on deck

The blood's my aphrodisiac

I'm makin' snuff movies on my iPhone

Lube and a Google map, dude where's Siri at? (I'm right here)

You want food? I got a myriad, the whole spectrum of colors for ya

If you're feelin' that

Brown sugar, white rocks and green leaves, red strings

Grey powder, anything

Got a face that a lot of chicks fancy

Hoes on my dick 'cause I look like Banksy

I've got that white girl, Abigail Clancy

I'm wicked in the kitchen, call me Chef Ramsey

I'm in the graveyard, no rubbers on me

About to rape a zombie in my grey Abercrombie

Got my Wlakman, listenin' to Zombie

Warmin' up on pictures of Chanelle Roundi

I get her on that dizz, not the alizain

Her eyes lookin' like a bitch on an anime

I drug her and fuck her in the alleyway

I'm jokin', the nurses won't let me out anyway

Restrainin' order came through today

Gotta stay a minimum fifty feet away

But Nigella don't think you're safe

CAS, behave

I'm as English as fruit and barley

Or HP sauce on your bacon sarni'

From a country where coke's no joke

Why the fuck you think the queen named her son Charlie?

Yeah, we fuckin' party, middle fingers up like fuckin' Tory Party

They're about as far right wing as Nani

So we start riots like we just lost the derby

Yeah-yeah, CAS, Skywalker

Yeah