by Joe Hillshoist » Fri Oct 20, 2006 2:14 am
FIGJAM - Butterfingers<br><br>I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake<br>'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late<br>With a great mental state and a date with destiny<br>I'll roll down the block without a copper even stressin' me<br>Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket<br>It's coming into summer, and the weather's fucking wicked<br>So I figured I'd be hitting the beach<br>Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat<br>After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger<br>I was sitting on my arse like a council worker<br>Reminising about being pissed off about<br>My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse<br>Before my change of fortune<br>Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon<br>So your mama's on the head of my knob<br>And it's better than heading to my dead-end job<br>Because the boss was a cockhead when I was a clerk<br>So I clocked him - and now I don't work<br>It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, cause<br>"I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay<br><br>I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty<br>Figjam!<br>Fuck I'm good, just ask me<br>I couldn't give a shit about your corporate hierachy<br>Figjam!<br>Fuck I'm good, just ask me<br><br>Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man<br>Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man<br>Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man<br>Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man<br><br>I rock around in track-and-thongs<br>Fucked off a buck-of-bongs<br>If you don't like it, you can come suck a long dick.<br>'Cause I'm brit pop, all the way to hip hop<br>I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock<br>But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it<br>And my lyrics make you wanna read the book-a-let'<br>Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it like the iron chef!<br>That's why I'm deaf, up to the high clef<br><br>Figjam!<br>The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and in fact<br>I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams<br>Weatherduck snobs and you sucking on a give-a-damn, so good on the cut<br>They should call me Edward Scissorhands<br><br>So give a hand for me and my associates ... (You suck!)<br>Well that's just inappropriate<br>Smoke me a kipper, bitch<br>I'm from the Ipa-switch<br>Side of town, don't forget to write it down<br>(West side, eeee!)<br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>What the fuck? It ain't gangster rap!<br>Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp<br>And I'll thank you to fuck right off<br>Professional fuckwits, take one night off</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br>I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery<br>Figjam!<br>Fuck I'm good, just ask me<br>As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me<br>Figjam!<br>Fuck I'm good, just ask me<br><br>Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!<br>Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!<br>Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!<br>Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!<br><br>I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty<br>Figjam!<br>Fuck I'm good, just ask me<br>Kicking arse in the cha, but you can't class me<br>Figjam!<br>Fuck I'm good, just ask me<br>I just had a threesome with ya moma and your aunty<br>Figjam!<br>Fuck I'm good, just ask me<br>And they're coming back this arvo for the bukkake party<br>Figjam!<br>My dick is bigger than a wigwam!<br>And you can see my peepee three feet above the tv<br>And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up!<br>(these cunts need a shape up)<br><br>I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta<br>Just got a death threat over the phone<br>Better go lay low, under ground, like a bilby<br>Figjam!<br>Chill man, people wanna kill me!<br>But I don't let that bullshit sweat me<br>I'm at ya mama's if you wanna come and get me,<br>You shady fuck, I may be stuck<br>In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck<br>You wanna stop me? You'd Wanna do it properly?<br>[Blam blam]<br>Ah fuck! Somebody shot me! <br><br>Yeah hip hop is rooly rooly dum.<br><br>BTW BVon<br><br>Correct Grammer is a form of social control. Speaking the Queens English and all that.<br><br>butterfingers is a maroon too, he's from Bris Vegas, Ipa switch side of town. <p></p><i></i>