Arsey

Ladies and gentlemen, uh Back on my bullshit Don't force it It's-it's-it's live-o Some people wanna fuck and party Some people just want Versace (yeah) Want a Rolex and a Carti I'm guilty as charged, and fucking nasty Got money, but I ain't classy I wish I could duck HMRC I'd wish they would just walk on past Without asking for half and getting arsey Give it some, but I don't give a shit So you ain't missing none, you're in a pickle, son Like tryna hum with a missing lung I got a wicked tongue, it's just a bit of fun I'm like a hit-and-run You just run your gums, 'cause you're thick and dumb You're at the apple tree, tryna pick a plum What you gonna do when the liquor's done? It's not a pretty world, it's a fickle one That's when I told my little one, "Listen, son Some cunts just wanna see you undone Some cunts ain't got no funds and live on crumbs Some cunts got money and still are bums (wo) Are you a selfish cunt or a giving one? Either way, you're a cunt, keep living some" I'm Black and British, living large I put Britain first, and I took us far I'm like Nigel Farage in a foreign car But I was raised in the gutter, and I raised the bar Should I pray to Jesus or pray to Jah Or praise the Lah'? (Huh-huh) Just pray that I ain't in the Daily Star, they don't care who you are It's a daily par, they don't care who you are Some people wanna fuck and party (yeah) Some people just want Versace Want a Rolex and a Carti (come on) I'm guilty as charged, and fucking nasty Got money, but I ain't classy I wish I could duck HMRC (yo) I'd wish they would just walk on past Without asking for half and getting arsey I'm not a champagne socialist I'm a anti-social angry motorist And I'm a vocalist I'm just tryna make the most of this I'm a emotionless chauvinist with no openness I'm a hopeless bloke Come on now, we've been over this (come on) And I know you got a point, but I really don't know what the focus is So just open your throat and choke on this I'm just joking, Miss Do you know what a joker is? Somebody who votes for the same kind of bloke, the opponent is You're in the home, you don't know who the owner is Now you know what a loner is You feel lost, you don't know where the sauna is? Can somebody tell me what Corona is? (Hello?) Uh, I ain't tryna be political or critical I'm just being analytical (yeah), and it's typical Got the British bores screaming out Reform, and it's miserable While the ex-pats move to a next patch Where they ain't gotta pay tax Let the money roll in and just lay back Now, do I sound like a ignorant twat if I said that? Some people wanna fuck and party (come on) Some people just want Versace (whoo) Want a Rolex and a Carti (I need it) I'm guilty as charged, and fucking nasty Got money, but I ain't classy I wish I could duck HMRC (come on) I'd wish they would just walk on past Without asking for half and getting arsey (fuck-off)