Bussdowns

Yeah
Can't tell you 'bout... bussdowns
But tell you 'bout head bustings
Ay, look

[Chorus]
Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But I can tell you about head bustings
'Cause I done indulged in such things
Man thought they were fly ‘til I cut wings
Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But I can tell about head bustings
I Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But I can tell about head bustings

[Verse 1]
The buj smells disgusting
And the knife looks like it’s rusting
That’s raw on my Levi Jeans front
Not icing sugar dusting
If the Feds bust in they ain’t gonna be hearing I put Victoria sponge in
Like I just took a dump I’m flushing
In an officer’s face I’m chuckling
Like "better luck next time you dirty pig, should’ve been in a pack of pork scratchings"
Soon as I get free, I’m back in
Finna roll ‘round thеre with a mad ting
Yeah you might get monеy but you ain’t like me
My brain cells need re-mapping
'Cause I’d rather do drills than trapping
Gimme a hundred large I’ll whack him
Better yet I’ll do it for 80, 75
See what I’m like
Don’t ask why my man ain’t dead yet
Cah' we already tried
Me, myself and I
Is all man bloodclart need when it’s time to ride
Tryna turn man Casper (Ay, ay, ay)
Better yet poltergeist
Tryna put man’s face on the paper front
Did you see it 'pon the yellow sign
Riding reclined in a long black whip with your family behind, crying (Yes)
In due time
The who, what, what’s and spits
Like say fish was frying
Not tuna in brine
Bun up your fucking dick tryna put it back on your waist about cooling time
Bruck up your friendem cah they’re involved
Mash up your gyal even though she ain’t
Beef me, that’s all Long like Shane
Cah' manna demon i ain’t no saint
Cats calls me Max or call me Shane
Mashing up membranes with crack cocaine (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Mashing up membranes with crack co-
Fucking hell, what a dirty word
Wake up, pray that we don’t get bird
Me be broke? Nah that’s absurd
Hit frontline, start fucking up kerb
Weed in my zoot, not spice or sherm
In the dirt back like a fucking earthworm
Make them gauge, manna make them gurn
Manna make them gauge manna make them gurn

[Verse 2]
Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But I can tell you about head bustings
'Cause I done indulged in such things
Man thought they were fly ‘til i cut wings
Man put them back if you’re running up your trap
With a halo to accompany
I need Queen Elizabeth’s company
So I might do man dirty
Keep up with skull-duggery
Fuckery
Deal with the stain like Daz or Persil liquid tabs
Hot head, never been content with just dribs and drabs
Start with a Q with a aim of touching bricks and slabs
Last time you was in a cut is when you was picking scabs
You chase her 'cause she got a butt
I pursue it to put drugs in vag
Said I had rice and curry
You’re a fool if you thought I meant Taste of Raj
Hit them sales in my clear glasses tryna look lij, eyes ain’t bad
Gyal strip like she’s hot and flustered
Cah man’s hustlers
Everyting cushty
Everyting mustard
Quaalude coming in clusters
Got it direct from a geezer but i got taught how to cook it by rustlers
At your own risk put your weed on them Tanitas
Man put stuff on it
Bitch so bad she will jump off the ‘ood she’s riding just to suck on it
I like it but if we’re talking ‘bout money then like McDonald’s I’m loving it
If she didn’t plug this food and bag this horse I wouldn’t even trouble it
Man made your monthly wage, splashed it
Maintained, went HAM then doubled it
Don’t get involved in big man convo
I barricade the door when the water’s bubbling
We ain’t making chicken alfonso
After I nut, I cut, no cuddling
Ima just pick up this phone while I get this brain
She’s tryna go harder
Tryna make me muddle out what I’m saying by jerking her jaw side faster
To her it’s a game but money haffi mek and the phones dem haffi get answer
Still got Shania Twain
And I got Lady Gaga
Get crashed up, mis-shape up if I drive by and see you in the barbers
Take man’s food and P’s for dinner
Retaliate?
Life is afters
Villainous grafters
Don’t go anywhere without chargers
I can’t stay if there’s no reception
And I love move like Bushkin, Fonti, Mighty Mo
Man’s heartless
Locking off dances
Suttin’ haffi dead, that’s corpse and carcass
Try touch, get touched like cactus
Actors, they should win BAFTAs

[Outro]
Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But I can tell you about head bustings