The Late Show...With Your Host, Cena

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In UTTER BITS HERE.
Who wants beef? Who wants teeth?/who wants grief and who wants mischief?/I've got beats, I've got sweets - erm sorry kids, butI I've got a fleet/lets get serious, I've got an army, who the fu*ks gonna harm me, people tend to start me so I'm comin at them calmly, do they bother me? Hardly, they don't get to me, sorry/I'll leave them in my path, Bloodied and wrapped up bodies/ see when they collapse, money and raps my hobbie/ comin with the honey trap to aptly stop me/ I think it's really funny that the members block me, put me on ignore, put me on all fours, put me on the floor before givin it to me raw/

I just try and remember my bars! If I'm in the booth I have it on paper in my hand but when I'm performing I have to remember them.
I remember once in 2008 I was performing a set for the Mathew street festival and I performed a tune that I'd only just wrote to the instrumental, I got te first 2 lines out and then froze on stage! My mate looked at me and so did all the crowd, I had to improvise and just started saying anything! It was bad! People got up and left, it was a low point and I remember leavin the venue with tears in my eyes feeling so low and disappointed.

A few months later I performed at the picket and the fear of forgetting my lines was shadowing me. I remained confident and turned in one of my better performances. I practiced my set for days on end beforehand. I left the venue on cloud nine.

So Chico, ye tellin ye wanna write some bars,
about your head, it's the size of mars,
so put them down on paper we'll see how it stands,
the man with the head from the Easter Islands

Lying in my garden, I've finished digging ditches,
filled them up with my daughters, lovers and bitches,
one was a babysitter, she was the best,
I raped her then killed her cos I'm Fred West.

fFFFfFf flippedy flip my grandmother fell and I think she's broken her hip,
Can somebody help me, she's not movin'?
I've checked her pulse, her condition ain't improvin.
Is this the end of my nanny who I love?
Probably my fault when i gave her that shove.

Right, had a couple of beers and I'm going to try and harness the spirit of Biggie and Smalls.

Yo, yo, you words is smack
Whatchoo talkin bout bro? U aint got the knack,
I been writing dem tunes since I was a pup
Get yo ass back before I knock yo momma up

Check it, I grew up a ****in' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and ****in' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missing
Show they toes you know they got stepped on

A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I **** around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make, mother****er

On the mean streets of Elgin
Dem hoes call it Hell-gin
Dodgin dem hoodies dat be givin u grief
Gotta stay clear from a smack in the teeth

I here to tell you what I know about a guy called goat,
He eats plates of food without chewing, just straight down his throat.
His opinion of players:he either loves or he loathes,
He's put so much weight on he barely fits in his clothes.
But Goat, with his appetite, he's never quite full,
I like him anyway, he's my favourite wool.

Growing up where I'm from can be pretty brutal,
No home to speak of, just a bedsit in Bootle.
When asked to do previews I sit and I think,
No ideas coming so I sit and I drink.
I drink to forget, so it's usually rum,
I drink far too quickly so I'm sick and I'm glum.
Maybe I can escape by dreaming up lies...errrr
So I steal a computer and type "trip advisor"
The reviews of places I've never been
Pictures of places I've never seen,
Entice me in my drunken stupor.
"What's that? This bottle? Oh...Bought straight from Cuba"
I lie about trips where I've bathed on the sand,
When I've never been further than up to the Strand.
All of these holidays I've been from my bed
Are with me forever, stored in my massive head.

It was a Tuesday morning, that much I can remember
Early autumn time, maybe September
Had me brekky so went up to the sh*tter
Had a nosey at Facebook and twitter
Saw that the rels had all gone to Blackpool
Without me! That's not very tactful
My bro and his wife and their lovely wee daughter
My chin hit the ground I was totally mortar-
Fied! They know there's no show without punch
Gonna head over to their house tomorrow, after lunch
Take their little kid and stick her in my escort
Head to the motorway, drive up through Prescot


Chorus


Whoop whoop that's the sound of the police
Whoop whoop cos I'm kidnapping my niece
Whoop whoop that's the sound of the police
Whoop whoop cos I'm kidnapping my niece






I'm gonna do it, yeah, I'm gonna risk it
All they do is feed her lemo and biscuits
We can go on the big one, the pier and the tower
Sneaky game of bingo if there's a shower
A quick bite to eat, ill feed her hunters chicken
She knows she eat right with her fav uncle Mick M
Wait for the evening and see the luminations
That'll show my stupid relations


Chorus


Whoop whoop that's the sound of the police
Whoop whoop cos I'm kidnapping my niece
Whoop whoop that's the sound of the police
Whoop whoop cos I'm kidnapping my niece




*breakdown bit, Tammy winnets "crazy"^






Chorus


Whoop whoop that's the sound of the police
Whoop whoop cos I'm kidnapping my niece
Whoop whoop that's the sound of the police
Whoop whoop cos I'm kidnapping my niece


*repeat to fade^
 


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