Pork Pie

Yeah, less of that soppy [bad word] 
Lets try and liven things up a little bit
Yeah, your back in tune to your favourite [bad word] 
Hahahaha, make noise if your bored of your life

Bring a massive bag full [bad word] and constant beats
Stomp my feet and watch what I want to see,
Obnoxious freak lost in a monsters teeth
I got pea sqaushed beef and I drop the beat
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 shakey
The lyricist played by the sniffy spit rabbies
Listin Chris made me, the hippy kid maybe
Still I see the difference in this [bad word] or bliss play me

Pick n' mix baby covered in the future
Jugglin' the [bad word] like i'm stuck in [bad word]  [bad word] it your in tune to the troubles of a loser
Cuddlin' the tube love and suck it like a hoover
Now nothing but the [bad word]  gettin buggared in a room
Full of fanticised hunnies and smothered on the tune

You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie
Your wifes been knocking on my door like all night
I talk [bad word] snort lines and I'm e'd up
Clean cut lives get tortured and beat up

Mr. just walks in the street
 [bad word] talking to tree stomps, Roaring on police [bad word] 
Catch me chopping off a fat rock of japenen
Hats off my raps got the back drop collapsing
I'll match what you can bring

Has been I'll have you in a backspin embarrassed
Sitting battered with a hand print 

(Yeah yeah that's him 
The bro with the funny hat
Wearing [bad word] bag)

Yeah yeah shut it slag

Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand tamped up
And loud [bad word] knows to shout stuff I'll leave your house [bad word] 
Mr. Partyman after sippin' lager cans
I sniff half a gram and charm the [bad word] from your aunties pants

I'm bored of my life
Talking my [bad word] 
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie (x4)