It's all lovely and then it gets ugly
Not even friends trust me, attire looking like I've slept roughly
Suspicious type, swipe freebies
Eyes hidden in the Nike beanie, I'm Mr. Wrong
I pay my debts monthly and collect money bi-weekly
Representing myself like Ted Bundy
And if you get smashed to pass the time we're laughing
I bid a square fair well waving an angle grinder at them
Cracking apple cider snapping spines for sport
Last reminders die as thoughts
Quiet Wars are drowned out by the gritting of teeth
False white flag, swigging a Victory Gin in defeat
Same head, tripping in the flickering strobe light
The brain dead ignorant dolite living the prole life
Gains more stress through each day
My GCSE grades spelt F.U.C.K
Hijack your radio show behead the DJ
And still expect a replay
And seem strange since a teenager
With the teabagging of your dame freeze framed for his screen saver
A fool who necks Skol
In a basement nailing a life sized voodoo sex doll
With your wifes eyes, raw boning her
If I wanted your opinion I'd ask you for it then talk over you
An pass the port bitch
This is on some, smoke this, drink that and talk shit
[Hook]
L.I.S yet smarter than the rest
Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh
Blah Records logo, carve it on your chest
Hock Tu, smoke the whole garden for the stress
L.I.S yet smarter than the rest
Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh
Blah Records logo, carve it on your chest
Hock Tu Down smoke the whole garden for the stress

The bastard's back, that no good son of a Sassenach
Mumbling mad at something that doesn't matter
Dragging you with a hook he stuck in your fucking Guttiwuts
Obeying a voice he doesn't trust
Shun you with a disgusted look, shrugging them off
Troubling with a crooked grin
Moron stood on the edge your about to fall from
Deep shit, it's all wrong must of walked on three grids
Push the red button, take a pleasant stroll
And clock which version of God's mentioned when the credits roll
Post apocalypse, one flower left on the earth
And I'm plucking pettles waiting for the dust to settle
Start a ruckus, push the Devil in get drunk and heckle him
Mcabre Brother number one, Mr. Motherfucking Wrong
Earthworm very Grim, cash rules everything except for him
The path of righteousness led you to the wrong field
They should sound proof your pop shield
What's real? Thugging cause you robbed something once?
Don't mistake the crowd drowning your voice out as a good response
[Hook]
L.I.S yet smarter than the rest
Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh
Blah Records logo carve it on your chest
Hock Tu smoke the whole garden for the stress
L.I.S yet smarter than the rest
Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh
Fuck ya houseparty up an charge you for the mess
Blah Records logo, care it on your chest
Hock Tu smoke the whole garden for the stress
Hock Tu smoke the whole garden when depressed