[Verse One: Mr. Wrong]
Gyp work, I'd rather stay in bed with a girl
Blazing 'izm playing dead to the world
Slam the paper on the kitchen display
And check which celebrities' deaths are being treated as suspicious today?
Do I give a fuck? Exactly
Flip from front-to-back, see fucking happy rich kids, who kick footies badly
For a living...
Start flicking again, now the chick with her tits out's lookin' at me
Clock some other people flashing cash, and wish I was them, for a minute
And then, my right hand's given a pen and I'm thinking of a long-winded way
To tell the listener what I did today
Well...
Before I acquired that wretched piеce of tabloid trash
I was fucking the scenеry up like a (?) tax
Bumping Bad Boys tracks in a shiny suit, pulling Michael moves
Too tight for bruisin' hand, I know who the man is
Fuck your stupid human language
Me and my crew of Buddha bandits
Communicate using smoke signals
Open mouths and throw tinfoils of Cobra down 'em
Foolproof instructions: Wait...
What you drinking? Don't drink then, just think..
Ah it's too late when 'yer puking up in the pub sink already
It's a lost cause
So I keep it old school, like grandfather socks and Rockports
And knock a vodka back, gettin' leggers along the flats in Castlefields
This is an ode to those who aren't packin' steel for the destruction of those amongst 'em
Keep all crosshairs on the man
And hope someone's got a plan or sum'fin
[Chorus]
We aren't jokin'
SARS mask on to keep the schwag smoke in
Yeah, spliff died, I'm heartbroken
SARS mask on to keep the schwag smoke in
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake (Something Strange)
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake (Something Strange)
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake (Something Strange)
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake
[Verse Two: King Grubb]
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake
What's the aim of the game?
Life's a bitch and there's only one way to get laid:
Strike it rich, and enjoy the finer things
Fast cars, diamond rings
All that shiny shit
You could have it all, yo
I know what you're thinkin':
"What's the catch?
If there's none attached - where do I sign for it?"
Used to be a slave to the system til I jacked it in
Injured my back in an incident at the gym
How unlikely is that?
But, regardless of the questionable facts
The King's cashin' in faster than he can strap it
I wake up to a banquet, of pigs in blankets
Before I slip into my drinking jacket, and hit the (outs?)
(?) banging Smokey and the Bandits and sampling (?)
(?) buzzing like a honey bee
Nothing sweet and fly, although some people say I shouldn't be
'Twas I with my fingers in your shrubbery
You could only dream of standing up to me
Get treated like a Hubba Bubba bubbly
Better have a good enough reason 'ta
Leave your poor mother tearful, 'ya
Not even intermediate
Can stand before the imperial
Vodka bottle toting King Grubb
You know my steeze
[Chorus]
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake (Something Strange)
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake (Something Strange)
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake (Something Strange)
It is what it is, and if it ain't then it's fake (Somethin')
We aren't jokin'
SARS mask on to keep the schwag smoke in
Yeah, spliff died, I'm heartbroken
SARS mask on to keep the schwag smoke in