It's all lovely and then it gets ugly

Not even friends trust me, attire looking like I've slept roughly

Suspicious type, swipe freebies

Eyes hidden in the Nike beanie, I'm Mr. Wrong

I pay my debts monthly and collect money bi-weekly

Representing myself like Ted Bundy

And if you get smashed to pass the time we're laughing

I bid a square fair well waving an angle grinder at them

Cracking apple cider snapping spines for sport

Last reminders die as thoughts

Quiet Wars are drowned out by the gritting of teeth

False white flag, swigging a Victory Gin in defeat

Same head, tripping in the flickering strobe light

The brain dead ignorant dolite living the prole life

Gains more stress through each day

My GCSE grades spelt F.U.C.K

Hijack your radio show behead the DJ

And still expect a replay

And seem strange since a teenager

With the teabagging of your dame freeze framed for his screen saver

A fool who necks Skol

In a basement nailing a life sized voodoo sex doll

With your wifes eyes, raw boning her

If I wanted your opinion I'd ask you for it then talk over you

An pass the port bitch

This is on some, smoke this, drink that and talk shit

[Hook]

L.I.S yet smarter than the rest

Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh

Blah Records logo, carve it on your chest

Hock Tu, smoke the whole garden for the stress

L.I.S yet smarter than the rest

Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh

Blah Records logo, carve it on your chest

Hock Tu Down smoke the whole garden for the stress

The bastard's back, that no good son of a Sassenach

Mumbling mad at something that doesn't matter

Dragging you with a hook he stuck in your fucking Guttiwuts

Obeying a voice he doesn't trust

Shun you with a disgusted look, shrugging them off

Troubling with a crooked grin

Moron stood on the edge your about to fall from

Deep shit, it's all wrong must of walked on three grids

Push the red button, take a pleasant stroll

And clock which version of God's mentioned when the credits roll

Post apocalypse, one flower left on the earth

And I'm plucking pettles waiting for the dust to settle

Start a ruckus, push the Devil in get drunk and heckle him

Mcabre Brother number one, Mr. Motherfucking Wrong

Earthworm very Grim, cash rules everything except for him

The path of righteousness led you to the wrong field

They should sound proof your pop shield

What's real? Thugging cause you robbed something once?

Don't mistake the crowd drowning your voice out as a good response

[Hook]

L.I.S yet smarter than the rest

Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh

Blah Records logo carve it on your chest

Hock Tu smoke the whole garden for the stress

L.I.S yet smarter than the rest

Numero uno Mcabre in the flesh

Fuck ya houseparty up an charge you for the mess

Blah Records logo, care it on your chest

Hock Tu smoke the whole garden for the stress

Hock Tu smoke the whole garden when depressed