my mind is drenched in thc/
my lifes a wench and she hates me/
its all a big laugh but the joke aint funny/
when you can’t even go in the offy cos you owe them money/
broke and bummy and over hungry/
yeah I’m saying it again, don’t provoke me buddy/
I’m pissed off. stop trying to toke my dutchie/
and asking stupid questions like ‘wheres Mulder, Scully?/
how the fuck would i know?/
don’t try giving me directions when your sailing on my boat/
might make you walk the plank and you aint getting no life boat/
I’m neville fucking Bartos. you’re failing at life bro/
I’m on my black rob. like whoa/
for my next trick ill make you vanish. like so/
you get air for them forced rhymes. thats nike bro/
you’ve just got something missing its like you rock the mic phone/

i see so many of my clones, I’m proud of em/
one last roll of the dice, I’m on the prowl again/
one of me on the mic equals ten thousand men/
you wanna bet against me? i doubt it friend/
cult following, girls on my ting/
I’m famous in my area thats why the hos are swallowing/
lots of dick, they wanna do anal and smoke rock with mick/
I’m a fucking rock star, I’m fucking deep in lots of shit/
kick the fucking door off the hinges if theres a lock to pick/
your quick on your fucking knees if theres a cock to lick/
people look at me funny and ask themselves “whats wrong with him?’/
jaw all swinging cos I’m on the sniff/
i got the longus dongus, my dick game the strongest/
my dingus is django, when its unchained its bonkers/
brave heart make up tatted on my bell end/
always first to get it popping, call me alan gelfend/

i will slap your mum and your girlfriend/
there aint no place to hide i will chase you to the fucking worlds end/
bottom of the well. you wish id rot in hell/
for speaking sense like if its got a cock its not a girl/
thats called science. i apply logic you should try it/
stop crying dont believe there shit there all lying/
it really don’t matter what we do cos were all dying/
so just try and make the most before you fall quiet/
classic hip hop I’m on an old school diet/
your shit fucking bangs like a school quire/
croydon as fuck, call me paul shier/
taking it back to fairs on a skateboard, squire/
so don’t fuck around, you must be puffing brown/
whoooo like Ric Flair as you see me strutting down/
the isle, on my way to shut you down/
to be the man you gotta beat the man and this is not your crown/