Cream Of The Crop

I'd walk it but it's raining Bit my fingers at the stop It's heaving Bus feels like it's breathing, wheezing Stuffed crust Cupboard circus, shithouse Who wants a Ben's cookie not me I want a poo Who's going for a pizza stuffed crust Can't we get it from a shipping container Close my eyes at night and I think about massive small businesses I want them to go bankrupt Are they gone? Mate, have they fuck I fucking wish ??? He's alright, no he's fucking not have you seen him ??? Find me a worse atmosphere and I'll PayPal you a grand It's crap schematics 9 pound chips make it fucking quick Make it dead Faces like a shit hat club Yeah man Naughty sauce Dirty fries Street food Snack box Shitbox Thick cunt Shit shoes on purpose What do you want What you even like Here's 5 Lampshades Paper paper paper Knobhead knobhead knobhead Do you know what? (do you know what?) It turns me into one (it turns me into one) He says see you later man Take care I say fuck off Don't tell me what to do These fucking nothing blokes calling the shots What's my flavour? Whatever your flavour isn't mate Do me a favour take my life savings Piss yourself off to the Grand Prix Have a lie down I've been dreaming about it Formula one car ripping your body to shreds Your bottom half's gone He's got a guitar he's got a haircut I'm fucking bitter Course I am You don't have a clue Give me negative mental attitude It's more than crap it's bad news genuinely It's fucking cream of the crop If the crop was absolutely terrible Yeah (yeah) Eyeballing me like Mike wazowski Keep up with that you'll be doing it without me Kick the door down got my own house key You're in my head Garden shed Curtain twitching novice Chuck a brick through my front window Don't think I won't mate I fucking will