[Hook (x2)]
I love my drum and bass
Disgusting and quite vile
I love my drum and bass
'Cus that's my life style

[Verse 1]
(Blaow)
I'm writing punch lines at lunch time, it's easy tho (it's easy)
They love the work rate, and the word play, and the greazy flow (I'm greazy)
They love the content, it's conscious believe me bro
I can do the double time lyrics or go really slow
I level floors when I'm writing metaphors
It's a mass awakening, I'm writing for a better cause (believe me)
Territory, I'll step in yours, I'm bringing extra force
I'll leave your sweater torn
You evil feeble fucking leprechaun
Don't piss me off or wind me up
'Cus I'll just stab you in the face
Repeatedly, with ninja blades
I might just even bring grenades (rah)
So bring your mates
I'll make 'em run and sprint away
You won't win today
I'll stab you all and anyone else who's in the way (shank)
You foolish people fucked up
You stupid feeble cunts
I won't lose to evil, not once
My music's really blunt
I'm using cheesy skunk
To help me lucid dream and stuff
But I'm no gruesome evil one
I'm fighting gruelish demons bruv
[Hook (x2)]
I love my drum and bass
Disgusting and quite vile
I love my drum and bass
'Cus that's my life style

[Verse 2]
(Blaow)
My music's underground like a sewer (sewer)
It's dirty and disgusting, stinking like manure (haha)
Piss me off and I'll just stab you with a skewer (dead)
Or pay a crack head to shank you for a tour
And if your misses wants the dick I'll give it to her (oh)
I don't have to chase or pursue her
I'll bend her over backwards
Push it right through her
And film it on my GoPro
Sell it to the viewer (jeez)
I'm a psychedelic lyricists I'm flowing dark
I'm in the jungle with poisonous blowing darts (pew, pew)
I'll shoot you in the back, the lower part (trust)
Then I'll open up your ribcage and show your heart
I'll open up your mind, you're slow I'm smart (think)
I'm a vegan for a reason, you know it's hard (wake up)
I'll do it for my health, and I'll do it for myself
And I'm tryna save the animals like Noah's ark