Bars #1

[Verse 1] Why you asking me to help you if things that are a piece of cake I’ve got P to make for Jesus sake Either way You’ll need to wait this song He’s got three Z’s on his head even when he’s awake So stop being feeble mate Let me just enjoy my piece of cake on my heated plate It’s posh songs when the speakers playin’ I’ve got enough P to pay For two and a half man to live, so I’m feeling Charlie Sheen today And people hate that I’m saying what I need to say And doing shit that other people ain’t every week or day Weak and fake is what I think of people say there dreams [?] I’m chasing mine now watching money elongate I open up my draw to a cop a decent [?] You have to walk 500 miles like your Peter Kay I’m gassed like heated rain ‘Cos your girl just gave me the brain But I’m so sweet I gave her teeth decay She sucked my piece again to ease the pain And he’s insane is what his G’s been saying Song his name with every word you speak or say But if you’re saying he’s a waste then I’ll knee your face 3 or 4 times just to ask you how his femur taste I feel like Harry Potter But I don’t speak to snakes Fuck a radiator I’ve got heat to spray on freezing days Now I’ve got third degree burns no need to blame The only time you air man is if his sneakers fake Get it? ‘Cos I missed the X but I’ve never missed an ex I’m always drunk there’s no wall I haven’t pissed against Your girls got nothing at the back like a shit defence It’s over if the fist connects I’ll make your jaw vanish You can be Japanese or Spanish I’ll be on the beef like horse radish Smack you till you saw planets Knock you out like I'm 4 Xanax I’ll put you in the dirt, turn you organic I hate Tories but I like labour I write stories on some white paper I love bud but everybody’s got green I’m the only one with purple Like Windu with his lightsaber And if my guy hates ya Do him a nice favour And boot you off a skyscraper with my Nike trainer Because my minds greater Rhyme now, we rhyme later Songers the hardest get to know it like an icebreaker Why you called posh songs if you’re not posh? ‘Cos I don’t do road but I’ve got dosh I’m small, white, skinny but I’m sick and I keep getting better my immune systems top notch I’m seeing more digits than a stopwatch Always chasing numbers like it’s hopscotch I can spit into a fridge and leave it looking like a hot box I'm what’s hot, your what’s not More bands than top knots And when my thoughts darker I get high like the floors lava I bring more laughter than a poor dancer I ain’t a poor dancer I hit the floor harder than your father After 4 glasses or warm lager