[Intro]

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you too you little fucking fuck

Bastard

If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard, everybody's a bastard

I'm a bastard, you're a bastard

[Verse 1]

F them (?) at the top and F ghost writing

I'm writing codes on my bars to sell them in shops

Wilder than old hair, drunk, yelling at cops

Older grinning pissed 'cause he's missing a ten of his crops

Stressed, regretting my loss after trading a rapper their mic, for their own head in a box

Benching their (?), looking like a star at stick death

Amazing kids, how I spit fresh with sick breath

Think less and act more, I wonder what I rap for

Stove lit to keep my hands warm and that's all

A starving artist, that bash forks on my plate for drum kids

On this occasion, no, the snare sampling a cracked jaw

And the kick samples from whatever's banging on my trap door

I ain't no idiot, my brain's missing bits

That little blitzed prick claiming God bit his shit

Live, live on the, the edge of insanity

Your track's good, but it's lacking me

Mr. Wrong, that would be

[Choros]

Bash your face till the sampler breaks

It's just another file in the bastard case

Bash your face till the sampler breaks

It's just another file in the bastard case

[Bridge]

If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard

Everybody's a bastard

I'm a bastard, you're a bastard

I'm a bad, bad man

[Verse 2]

You spit big words and think you're heavy

But I could rip Neo if he downloaded the entire English dictionary

Plus the skill of every, MC you like

Leave your mic, pad and pen alone, your bitch too

When you said I need a wife, I never knew you meant my own

So I'm sorry that I wrecked your home

I set the tone, any rock chick could get the bone

I could make Medusa yell and moan when I'm stoned

The snake charmer, evade drama

Yet I'll phone, endless hoes at their fellas homes, yelling roll

And now I'm getting dome

This beat's basic, but I could make a classic track rhyme into a metronome

In hell I roam like I own the place

As long as you know the name, I don't give a * if you know the face

Slow your pace, pause and shit

As you fags claim you're running this rap game, I'm walking it

You lived your life in the fast lane and then your Porsche you flipped

And I snatched your damn chain from your corpse

I'm sick, in the coldest way

I make the cars part, strolling on the motorway just to fuck with Moses day

[Bridge]

Bash your face till the sampler breaks

It's just another file in the bastard case

Bash your face till the sampler breaks

It's just another file in the bastard case