[Chorus: Elro, Mr Traumatik, Devilman]

Kitchen captain

Six in the morning tryna get bags in (fuck sake)

I get the packs in

I put the text out, bring a few slags in (wow)

I got the weed and when I start leaving

You can get snacks in

I like to watch nature films and cry

Cause I find it relaxing (yeah)

[Verse 1: Elro]

Six foot three

But built like a seniors netball captain

I got a gut like a pregnant bird on stilts

You could say that I'm fattening

I rap about weed most days

So 10/10 plugs send packs in

I used to sniff gifted cocaine quick

'till my chest would collapse

[Verse 2: Mr Traumatik]

Dirty girls, I'm attracting

Anorexic ones and fat tings

They want me to teach them tantric sex

But who wants to know who's asking?

I leave your girlfriend panting

Screaming, sweating, gasping

I lеave her cervix hurting so much

Now shе's swallowing aspirin

[Verse 3: Devilman]

I spit dirty bars

I do that with ease

Grimy

Like a big mac with cheese

Some of these MCs

Are irritating like cats and fleas

I used to cell CDs and MP3s

And packs of weed

Everybody knows my face

But I don't livestream like IShowSpeed

[Verse 4: Mr Traumatik]

I used to have plenty of grades

Wrapping up blunts, 20 a day

I used to go raving and fuck hoes

Buzzing my tits off of MDMA

My willy was bendy and grey

You can ask Lily and Wendy and Faye

I'm a dirty horrible cunt

Just lock me up now and send me away

[Verse 5: Elro]

I used to drink lukewarm Pimm's

No mix for the bottle at midday

I used to tick bags and fags off mates

You could say I was a pisstake

I used to claim that I get paid

Next day, and say there was a mistake

I used to text ten plus birds

Cause I figured that I had a shit hit rate

If I do drugs, I binge

Don't like Mormons, find them cringe

I don't mean to moan or whinge

Can't shag her, she had awkward minge

They say I'm the awkward king

I feel all tight like a weighted spring

I just eyeball two 3.5s like a trap by

I am the portion king

[Verse 6: Mr Traumatik]

I'm a king, my flow is royal

Don't piss me off or make my blood boil

If you try like rugby, it could get ugly

And I don't mean a gargoyle

I used to sell cannabis oil

And grow my crops in organic soil

Sell fifty z's of Swiss blue cheese

In 0.6, ten bags in foil

[Verse 7: Elro]

When it comes to the cocaine preference

I like the fire like moths

I would lay in my pants all day

Then cry, then turn to a Goth

I like the narco import white

But it made me soft

I'm in the leaves all day

Now cooking to my wood like sloths

[Verse 8: Devilman]

I used to roll up

Smoke big fat joints in my school playground

When I took Class A's

I started racing around like a greyhound

I realized that I was young and stupid

Now that I finally came round

I used to sniff random powder

Start making strange sounds

[Chorus: Elro, Mr Traumatik, Devilman]

Kitchen captain

Six in the morning tryna get bags in (fuck sake)

I get the packs in

I put the text out, bring a few slags in (wow)

I got the weed and when I start leaving

You can get snacks in

I like to watch nature films and cry

Cause I find it relaxing (yeah)