[Verse 1]
Ralph Lauren money clip
The promoter tried to short me by a hundred quid
Took a look at the stack, and said, "What the fuck is this?'
Slapped him, threw him in the back of a Transit and took a trip
Always fly with it like a travel buddy
Had the swag when I didn't have no money
Gelato in a raw paper
I'm the best rapper in the whole of Caucasia (Yo!)
Me and Hash are a two-man band, the white Wu-Tang Clan
If you don't like me, who that man?
A few ham sandwiches short of a picnic
Pimp hand strong, I don't fall for these bitches
Pull up in the coke-white Punto
Jump on stage and throw up on the front row (Yo!)
Wedding cakŠµ whacks in the blunt
Anyway I think I'm done
Lunar
[Chorus]
Racked a linŠµ up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar" [ad-libs]
[Verse 2]
Drunken Monkey used to shot bud by the bookies
Front like you're gully, then you run like a pussy
I don't have no money and my love life is fuckery
I only get fat groupies 'cause I'm unsigned and ugly
Killing you rappers from sun up to sun down
Call it a day, falling from grace
Oh, what a shame
No one I rate
Shit got me irate
They call me "dat guy" like they don't know my name (Lunar)
And girls say I make their pants damp
They get put on their back, like a tramp stamp
Five hundred Gigabyte wank bank, so at least I'll remember this one time like it's Bandcamp
Outstanding like the gap man
Taking chances I don't know's taking a part from me like a transplant
Pussy, this hate is unconditional
And anyone can get it like a provisional
[Chorus]
Racked a line up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar"
Racked a line up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar"