F*ck

[Intro]
(NineOne)

[Verse]
Fuck
Grab that, grip that, slap that
Strapped full of cases, loaded clip then kick back (Uh)
Walk with slight bop
Lean, then I’m pulling out the digger and I ying that
Physical contact
Woman just wiggle on my woodie, like a wombat
Blonde colour wig, and a hell of a big back
Broken-hearted, I can’t quite fix that
Liquor, I’ll sip that
Don’t take no chances
Make sure I’m paid, when the cash advances
Made bad choices
I was locked up and 'was hearin' voices
Now I’m coming out my shell like a tortoise
Talking to women, no solo coitus
Can’t lose focus, no
Stick in my right hand, waving a wand, no hocus-pocus
I ain’t Harry Potter
Fuck McDonald’s
I hate that shit, it makes me vomit
Can’t quite quit; the drink, if I’m honеst
I won’t Jack it in, til my liver's demolished
Swinging on a ball, no Milеy Cyrus
Feeling like a zombie, no T-virus
Golden touch and I’m no King Midas
Ripping up the record like a broken stylus
Flick-a-dick-a DJ
Do you wanna come play my game?
My aim, split your head like a migraine, my brain
Mega-mind, I blame her, for the pain I feel
Concealed, blood congealed on the bottom of the bath tub
Do you want a back rub?
Elephant and Castle, brass house in the backdrop
Your act's up, just be real (Quit it)
That there’s no living
I fly around the city like a homing pigeon
Twickenham, Beckenham, Bethnal Green
Price of a bus ride, quite obscene
(Brrrrt!) Nineties villain
Long shelf life, malt liquor I’m sipping
The batter of the cod, chips swimming in the ketchup
Grease proof wrap, but the fat's still dripping
(Uh) Call this genesis
Dreams of a horse, with the wings like Pegasus
Nemesis, can’t arrest me, no evidence
Reverence, selling them drugs in Bellingham (Bellingham)
He got a big mouth, pelican
I let it rain on his house, weatherman
She's in her knickers and a blouse, elegant
I said I got a bottle of the Grouse, let me in (Let me in)
Bang, bang, banging on the door, I’m knocking on
So many sides of my mind, like a polygon
They say that I’m past my prime, like Amazon
But I still run that track, like a marathon (Yes)
Guard on, let 'em hang like Babylon
En guard, devil on the beats, I babble on
Walk down a long dark garden path
Quick, come along, following a stick with a carrot on (Huh)
Lying politician, smash his fucking face
You wanted pain, well come on, try a little taste
Reaching for the metal strapped upon my waist
Bang the hammer, one in the chamber, rest my case
(NineOne)