Pork Pie lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, less of that soppy bullsh*t
Let's try and liven things up a little bit
Yeah, you're back in tune to your favorite wanker
Hahahaha, make noise if your bored of your life

[Verse]
I bring a massive bag full of compost and Constant beats
Stomp my feet and watch what I want to see
Obnoxious freak lost in a monster's teeth
I got P, sqashed beef and I drop the beans
I spill gravy, I'm still just a little bit crazy
Me and Jay killed every single gig lately
Been a bit cagey, the skinny kid shaky
The lyricist played by the sniff he spit rabies
Listen, Chris made me, the hippy kid maybe
Still I see the difference in this sh*t abyss plainly
Pick 'n' mix baby covered in the future
Jugglin' the truth like I'm stuck in a computer
f*ck it, you're in tune to the troubles of a loser
Cuddlin' a cube love and suck it like a hoover
Nothing but the truth, gettin buggared in a room
Full of fantasized punishment smothered on the tune
You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie
Your wife was knocking on my door like all night
I talk sh*te, snort lines and I'm E'd up
Clean cut guys get tortured and beat up
Mr. D just walks in the street
f*ck talking to tree stumps, roaring on police trucks
Catch me chopping off a fat rock of Chaplin
Hats off my raps got the back drop collapsing
I'll match what you can bring
Has been I'll have you in a backspin embarrassed
Sitting battered with a hand print
"Yeah that's him!
Yeah The breh with the funny hat
Wearing a rubbish bag"
Yeah, yeah shut it slag
Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand amped up
A loud c*nt known to shout stuff and leave your house f*cked
Mr. Partyman after sippin' lager cans
I sniff half a gram and charm the p*ss from your auntie's pants
[Chorus]
I'm bored of my life
Talking my sh*te
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie
Bored of my life
Talking my sh*te
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie
I'm bored of my life
Talking my sh*te
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie
Bored of my life
Talking my sh*te
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie