Woah

Um, smooth
Like a motherfucking otter's belly
Watching telly in my socks until I pop an ecky
Got the 'chete by the bottom of the box of reckies
When I die you'll probably talk a lot and when you stop forget me
I rang the doctor like a motorcycle gang Madonna
With gold hanging out my oversized attractive collar
I'm a hybrid call me Matty Waller
Only guys from Life4Land and Madingley can catch you proper
Shouts to hints and any pigs who tried to catch me
Weed bags, graff, beak in every bit of pasty
Beef, slags, dads, freaks, geezers and the drag queens
Please don't forget the coke squeezers and the scag fiends
With my eyes shut I see nothing
Nothing like the multi-coloured spiderweb I'm stuck in
Boldly cover up and bye the bye beside the bigger me
Literally I sit and keep it rigid as a figurine
Listen it's a kindred little spirit from a different scene
Coke-sniffing antisocial prick within the guillotine it isn't me
It isn't me a single bit, and I don't miss to seek
'Cause I don't really give a shit
It's not the millions of cocks up in your mouth
It's just a difference in the cotch when you're about
It's just a [?] bridge a bit of confidence you doubt
Bitch I wear the fucking trousers dead in Rodney Trotter's house
It's the snout and the way that your eyes lie and scream piss
Peen stiff disfigured foetus for the squeamish
Six-figure Jesus eating fish shipped from Egypt
I mean it, a few million views and you've seen it
My mouth hurts tryna rap as I crowd surf
Acting like an out of talent twat in a loud shirt
And I'm a geezer that you trust to keep at arms length
Half dead get your palm read on a park bench
Alarms went (nee-naw nee-naw)
In the yard shed, I know that Collin's right but
I believe what Noir said
Guitar swinging off my brother's back
Fuck a dad we work together and we love him back

Knobs like you who think you're slippery and clever
But one sly move I treat you differently for ever
Knobs like you who think you're slippery and clever
But one sly move I treat you differently for ever
Knobs like you who think you're slippery and clever
But one sly move I treat you differently for ever
Knobs like you who think you're slippery and clever
But one sly move I treat you differently for ever

I'm smooth, like a motherfucking well buttered boot up your bitches ass
Mid-game, leaning on me pimp cane
While I twist me 'tache
Lift me glass, relax, and pick a pass
Moving slow but I'm thinking fast
I'm in a different class
I'll blasted out the pussy like Goku
With a cold brew and landed in the middle of the dole queue
Built a rat on the spot, and smoked a whole Q
Rocking the same tracksuit since '02
Devouring cold stew out of an old shoe
And then I put it on soaked through
I pimp limp and half step over your whole crew
Intimidating players like Jonah Lomu
It's just something I made up but it's so true
In church donating fivers we sniffed coke through
I'm a piece of shit with a gold hue
If you want something not doing I'm your go to
I suppose you already knew, two cans of Kezzy and a strawberry chew
But why you here though really?
Relax, kick back, let your beard grow curly
Arm round a crate like we're oldest chums
Smoking lungs looking at pictures of old smoker's lungs

Knobs like you who think you're slippery and clever
But one sly move I treat you differently for ever
Knobs like you who think you're slippery and clever
But one sly move I treat you differently for ever
Knobs like you who think you're slippery and clever
But one sly move I treat you differently for ever
Knobs like you who think you're slippery and clever
But one sly move I treat you differently for ever