Caterpillar Funk

[Intro]
(Laughter)
Why, why, why am I getting parred?
Na, it's cool, lets do the song

[Verse 1 Dirty Dike]
Do it, smash it, poo it, shag it, shave it, done
Write it, write it, do it, Jump it, parachute it, blow it, done
Brand new Caterpillar skin shaped cloud brain
Mouth tastes badder than a Sinn Féin campaign
Big steak, champaign, piss take handshake
Fist bump shandy with a shit stuffed pancake
Plans break in a sec, I stand shaking my head
You let the skag take an effect
I met your Dad last week and he was paying respect
We was breaking bread together sniffing yay in the shed
I said (oh what was it?)
I shot the morning after pill at tube stops
That’s how I got this sort of master skill on tunes locked
I'm walking past you with my shoes off
With two soft cushions, two ostriches and two cocks (You dicks)
I'm not a human, I’m a courgette (Fact)
A pair of forceps used to pull me from my born head
Oh yes I'm the best, this is rap
I've not got the time to pretend I'm a business man
Slit your wrists quick and get your misses in the van
Shit your pants and make a little classic in a minute man
Baby back rips in my shady flat pissed
I make a grand sitting in my bacon fat jizz
Naked fat pricks sticking records in the crate
I make it so sick I put the sellar in the tape
[?] grab a spade, quick a grave digger
I find a break in a mistake and made bigger
Spray shit in your face and make dinner
It's the grave shift still in the place, but way bigger

[Chorus Eva Lazarus]
You know its about to go down
When we
Step up in the place
Always fully activated
Lock and loaded
Both guns smoking
We mean
Business
Oh no, what did you think this is
Oh no, no

[Verse 2 Lead Dog]
For the people trying to hate us
Come to the gig and tape us
Before you do it, took your brain over and you be came us
Fuck being famous, I ain't dealing with the cameras
I'd rather do dead shows
And ran for rap amateurs
The scenes dead
We ain't having it
We waited patiently
Saw that it was dying out
And took the scene graciously
Thoughts gathered greatly like giants footsteps
Trying to grow a beanstalk where I chill where I’m at lately
I leave you tripping like a side cupboard
Trying to excite others, forever up like night shutters
Time I had you slipping like the floors wet
Pulling up in the corvette with the cracked out courgette
Anyone would think your scared on bangers like a war vet
I keep this shit knocking like my drug dealers doorstep
Your soles looking thin like a worn crep
Take you out with a style that is barely even born yet

[Chorus Eva Lazarus]
You know its about to go down
When we
Step up in the place
Always, fully activated
Lock, and, loaded
Both, guns, smoking
We mean
Business
Oh no, what did you think this is
Oh no, look what you made me do
I’m Sickening
Look what you made me do
Style on you
Look what you made me do
I mean it
Set fire to the room
Don't like it
Its what you made me do
You made me do it
You made me do it
You made me do it
You made me do it