[verse 1]

Fuck a beep
Shits up the creek
Troubles coming tunnel deep
I wrote a whole album to the ‘I don’t like’ beat on repeat
Chongin' something from across the street
Clockin bitches like a dog on heat
Uglier than a stone Klingon with no bib on
Eating the horse I rode in on
Now ed’s got a steak missing from his leg
But it’s better than a head in a bed
Cleverly said
Good things come to those who wait
So here’s some crumbs on an otherwise empty plate
Safe mate, safe, wait, who you callin mate, mate?
There’s a thin line between love and hate
And I urinate a higher percentage than that piss you drink
(what’s that got to do with it?) you’re stupid if you think

[Chorus]

I tried to get a job once but they were too suspicious
Like what sort of human is this
It's a brutal business
If only Dr Dre would do me mixes
My name would suit the Rich List laaaah
A bit blitzed eating shark fin and chips
Extinct spotted ham fish dish left to rot in the fridge

[verse 2]

Walking around like talk of the town
Rappers bite weak styles and they water them down
Chattin like the only words I know are swag and ice
Acting like the don juan, I don’t relate to rockin a platinum chain
But that’s not to say I don’t want one (I do!)
Plus some diamond encrusted teeth
That's a good fucking week
There's a Cash Generators just up me street
I prefer to look discreet
I have more than once had the thought get drunk or eat
And chose wisely, a mug with a vodka in me mug
The least me problems, trying to get it together
But all’s I’m getting is more stress and bad weather
Fuck a council tax letter
It’s tuesday morning and it’s only 10 to 2
And we’re out of special brew what the fuck we meant to do?
Like better luck next time
Then it clicked, everything I just said rhymed
Then an shit… I’m quite good at this

[Chorus]