Sweaty Goals

[Verse 1: Randolph]

We got them sweaty goals, yeah, we like to make it hot

Agbonlahor up on the left and on the right we got Walcott

They make your nose drop, they turn you to a real men

500 miles an hour nearly as fast as my Gran

Don’t even blink or you’re probably gonna miss us

Running rings round you bitches and leaving you in stitches

And I’m sorry I really can’t stay for all the pictures

Cause I gotta head to your house and see to your misses

We’re unbreakable, nobody can match our skills

We’re fast as lightning, it’s like our players running on wheels

So when we get in the box, we don’t shoot, we pass across

And pretend it was a fluke but really it was our plot

And we always scoring goals, we’re not effected by the boredom

Hell no, it’s not easy even Heskey can’t score them

On the wing, we just cross it to the far post

Collecting sweat by the bottle to pour on your mum’s roast

[Chorus]

Scoring sweaty goals like I’m out of control

And it’s running so much I need to wipe my nose

And nobody even knows how I do it

All I know is that every day I keep dripping that fluid, yeah

Score a sweaty like you wanna end a drought

You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

Do a barrel roll just to piss about you

You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

I don’t know what else to say

But you gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

Girl bring those melons here cos you know what this about

You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

[Verse 2: KSI]

In my room getting sweaty, fans on full blast

As they see me dripping like Lee Evans on a broadcast

I’m the king of FIFA, my hands are Usain fast

As I rain over these noobs like England weather forecast

Got my black men on the wing, mmmmmm it’s finger licking

Got a header in the 90, now you’re left there sitting

Constantly missing while I’m constantly hitting

Sweating and betting with EA scripting, I’m winning, ha ha

So you know this game is written yeah all I do is passbacks

Celebrating while holding my really nice nut-sacks

Pissing people off with my dirty acts dripping wet

So you know I got that sweaty tax

But I don’t care cos all I’m gonna see are just those classy racks

And you know that’s a fact

I’m a beast, attacking to the max

No need to get jelly with my tactics failing rarely

Don’t hate me and go insane

EA Sports it’s in the game

Now watch me score again

As you just complain

Doing stuff that’s inhumane

You would think I’m David Blaine

Cos the pitch is my domain

Www.noshame and you just can’t do a thang

Cos it’s all in the game

[Chorus]

Score a sweaty like you wanna end a drought

You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

Do a barrel roll just to piss about you

You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

I don’t know what else to say

But you gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out

Girl bring those melons here cos you know what this about

You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out