[Verse 1: Bugzy Malone]

When I was about ten

Ended up robbing all of my school friends

For the Pokemon cards, finger skateboards

Six years before I ever went pen

Five years before I got expelled

Four years before I got kicked out

Three years before I was a good student

Two years before I got missed out of Santa Claus

He didn't wanna bring me nuttin'

'Cause I was underprivileged

That means now I walk with a complex

And trust me I try my best to get rid of this

I want more money than you consider rich

I was on the roads and I didn't give a shit

'Cause I was taking phones and taking bikes

And I swear my niggas was killin' it

[Verse 2: Bugzy Malone]

Chillin' with D, blazing weed

Sat back watching reservoir dogs

Used to sell white and B for a boss

Until I licked off like twenty-five Oz

That's when I realised we was a gold mine

Was only eleven more z's in a box

And I was seventeen, fresh outta jail

Rollin' with a pedal bike and a dog

I p-p-p-paint pictures with words

And I paint them like Vincent Van Gogh

Still spending money from '08

And I've still not taken the bands off

Still got access to the sawn-off

Still got more brothers than Warner

Still on this music 'ting and I'm still in the gym

And I can still hold my corner

[Verse 3: Bugzy Malone]

Trust me you don't wanna start drama

Cah the roadside gets hot like a sauna

And that's why man wear body armour

'Cause it gets political like Obama

I was on the bus two years ago

With one-hundred-thousand views on flush, pressure

Long black raincoat for the bad weather

But don't watch that 'cause things get better

Now I got the S-Line everything leather

Does nought-to-sixty in five-point-seven

Bugzy Malone's on a different level

Cah' even the whip turns into the devil

It's madness, tryna escape from the ghetto

That literally is hip hop heavy metal

I hear that revenge is sweet

But I just hope that it tastes like amaretto

[Verse 4: Bugzy Malone]

'Cause I'm about to get back

Anybody that thought I was gonna do another stretch in jail

If success tastes like Coca-Cola

Then I'll have a large Coke and Amaretto

On the rocks or fresh out the bottle

You'll never catch me drowning my sorrows

Until I got told Dane was in a coma

I took more shots than Miguel Cotto

The left side of my chest went hollow

I went out like the mask of Zorro

I made the sky turn red

Ran in the crib

And then turned into the devil

Psht, get over here, whoopie

Finish him like subzero

Out the window, into the garden

Over the fence and straight through the ginnel

[Verse 5: Bugzy Malone]

You're soft in the middle like Bueno

And talk too much like you're on Jay Leno

You've been to the gym for the day

And you're already walking around like you're henno

I'm Bugzy Malone, the wickedest 'ting since Liberace learned to play the piano

I make a jet black boy turn yellow

I'm tryna make more notes than Celo

[Outro: Bugzy Malone]

It's Bugzy Malone again

And I'm home again

So I'm zoning in

I didn't think I'd see microphone again

The booth thrown me out

So I kicked off the door like I owned the house

Everybody in the room got thrown about

Hulk smash, flip the couch

Tied the producer to the chair

And that's why I got brand new music out