Bussdowns

Yeah Can't tell you 'bout... bussdowns But tell you 'bout head bustings Ay, look [Chorus] Can’t tell you about bussdowns But I can tell you about head bustings 'Cause I done indulged in such things Man thought they were fly ‘til I cut wings Can’t tell you about bussdowns But I can tell about head bustings I Can’t tell you about bussdowns But I can tell about head bustings [Verse 1] The buj smells disgusting And the knife looks like it’s rusting That’s raw on my Levi Jeans front Not icing sugar dusting If the Feds bust in they ain’t gonna be hearing I put Victoria sponge in Like I just took a dump I’m flushing In an officer’s face I’m chuckling Like "better luck next time you dirty pig, should’ve been in a pack of pork scratchings" Soon as I get free, I’m back in Finna roll ‘round thеre with a mad ting Yeah you might get monеy but you ain’t like me My brain cells need re-mapping 'Cause I’d rather do drills than trapping Gimme a hundred large I’ll whack him Better yet I’ll do it for 80, 75 See what I’m like Don’t ask why my man ain’t dead yet Cah' we already tried Me, myself and I Is all man bloodclart need when it’s time to ride Tryna turn man Casper (Ay, ay, ay) Better yet poltergeist Tryna put man’s face on the paper front Did you see it 'pon the yellow sign Riding reclined in a long black whip with your family behind, crying (Yes) In due time The who, what, what’s and spits Like say fish was frying Not tuna in brine Bun up your fucking dick tryna put it back on your waist about cooling time Bruck up your friendem cah they’re involved Mash up your gyal even though she ain’t Beef me, that’s all Long like Shane Cah' manna demon i ain’t no saint Cats calls me Max or call me Shane Mashing up membranes with crack cocaine (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Mashing up membranes with crack co- Fucking hell, what a dirty word Wake up, pray that we don’t get bird Me be broke? Nah that’s absurd Hit frontline, start fucking up kerb Weed in my zoot, not spice or sherm In the dirt back like a fucking earthworm Make them gauge, manna make them gurn Manna make them gauge manna make them gurn [Verse 2] Can’t tell you about bussdowns But I can tell you about head bustings 'Cause I done indulged in such things Man thought they were fly ‘til i cut wings Man put them back if you’re running up your trap With a halo to accompany I need Queen Elizabeth’s company So I might do man dirty Keep up with skull-duggery Fuckery Deal with the stain like Daz or Persil liquid tabs Hot head, never been content with just dribs and drabs Start with a Q with a aim of touching bricks and slabs Last time you was in a cut is when you was picking scabs You chase her 'cause she got a butt I pursue it to put drugs in vag Said I had rice and curry You’re a fool if you thought I meant Taste of Raj Hit them sales in my clear glasses tryna look lij, eyes ain’t bad Gyal strip like she’s hot and flustered Cah man’s hustlers Everyting cushty Everyting mustard Quaalude coming in clusters Got it direct from a geezer but i got taught how to cook it by rustlers At your own risk put your weed on them Tanitas Man put stuff on it Bitch so bad she will jump off the ‘ood she’s riding just to suck on it I like it but if we’re talking ‘bout money then like McDonald’s I’m loving it If she didn’t plug this food and bag this horse I wouldn’t even trouble it Man made your monthly wage, splashed it Maintained, went HAM then doubled it Don’t get involved in big man convo I barricade the door when the water’s bubbling We ain’t making chicken alfonso After I nut, I cut, no cuddling Ima just pick up this phone while I get this brain She’s tryna go harder Tryna make me muddle out what I’m saying by jerking her jaw side faster To her it’s a game but money haffi mek and the phones dem haffi get answer Still got Shania Twain And I got Lady Gaga Get crashed up, mis-shape up if I drive by and see you in the barbers Take man’s food and P’s for dinner Retaliate? Life is afters Villainous grafters Don’t go anywhere without chargers I can’t stay if there’s no reception And I love move like Bushkin, Fonti, Mighty Mo Man’s heartless Locking off dances Suttin’ haffi dead, that’s corpse and carcass Try touch, get touched like cactus Actors, they should win BAFTAs [Outro] Can’t tell you about bussdowns But I can tell you about head bustings