Chateaux In Toulouse Feat. Dirty Dike & Dabbla
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Aren't you the kid that got lobotomised?
I was the kid that smacked the dollar signs off your eyes
Fully underqualified, kicking off in God's office
Mind state rock solid, whole body fossilised
I got a couple hundred crews that I move between
And we all live our lives in a lucid dream
They got their pupils glued to every moving screen
Bluish green eyes keep spinning like a fruit machine
All three wheels land on bah-bah-bah
Start a twenty pence avalanche five star par
Skin red raw like boeuf tartare
Mine mushed to a paste like duck foie gras
So you're content to drive a riot van?
I suggest you try our cyanide diet plan
You was sure that badge you flashed made a my a man
Uniform piggy slash slimy old slice of ham
And I ain't gonna quit for shit, check your raffle ticket kids
You've all won a lifetime supply of jam
Collect the coupons, I collect leggy skets
Experimental psychedelic chemicals and twenty decks
I had a week smelling lemon fresh
And the trophy on my shelf reads 'best dressed dishevelled mess'
You just won a hellish crรจche full of dead pensioners
Rocking chair rejects, decent but regular
I've had an hour and a halves kip
And I ain't showered since the last gig
On some flowers of the gimp marsh shit with a hip flask
I piss slow but I live fast
I tip toe round your big bars
With a shit dancing six figure body popping bitch in the piss bath
You laugh and I suppose it's funny if your dad approves
I'll make it all about your mummy and her attitude
So come take this yayo
We'll have you looking like a fucking sun baked potato
Some cunt smudged the mayo
And you do all this dumb drunk stuff because I say so
Hey ho, bye ho, I don't wanna cry ho
Put me horizontal with a bevvy on my lilo
Strap me in a snorkel and forget me as I die slow
Tie me in spaghetti through the portal of your iPhone
Cry loads, tears in a plastic bag of sympathy
I'm empathetic to the fattest slag you didn't meet
If that's pathetic you can stab a weapon in your feet
And run a hundred metres through a stinging nettle sex retreat
That's what I thought
You dodged my Olympics over one obnoxious thought
Sport, I challenge you to everything
I'm arrogant on banger, you're embarrassed on your ketamine
Fuck, smoked some shit that had me thinking 'damn'
The opposite of all that stuff you see on Instagram
All this pouting is putting me off my fucking food
Now I'm skipping dessert while I'm switching dinner plans
Took a dip in the forest and nearly pooed myself
You stick your dick in a goddess you need to prove yourself
Another sip nearly sick in an orange chain Swiss bag
Still I held it in with a grin and spudded my future self
Big, that's how it feels to peel an extra layer
Creme brulee-er, the gentle sprayer, the deadly player
Great purveyor, my flavour straight from the Himalaya
Jijรฉ-er, put your hands in the motherfucking air
And bust a wave for the ones who've forgotten how to dance
And crack a smile in their face like it's shattered powdered glass
You continue to talk out of your arse
While I'll be living like a bawse in a house in the south of France