[Verse 1 - Farma G]

I have been sipping on a hideous concoction

That seemed to make the world and all its creatures malfunction

And looking through the eyes of evil Edna on production

And using any gravestone I can find to build a dungeon

The sequence I'm compiling has me howling at the moon at 12

And sitting on a toadstool telling stories to a crew of elves

The likelihood that you will ever feel the fucking same again

We see him with a hunchback ringing bells with just a ball and chain

Its meager, listen to the daydream believer

’Cause Mickey's not a monkey, he's a mouse that smoked sativa

Look into my inner eye and tell me not a porky pie

’Cause either I'm the genesis or this is just your genocide

No joke, no white sheets with the man inside

I'm haunted by the things that money brings but it cannot buy

So sing a lullaby for Rosemary

Her baby is a devils child

And when she screams her nose will bleed

And this is not a TV show of hoes who have a silly dream

Of making loads of cash from being something I could never be

I'm generating hoards of killer dolphins so that when you swim

They'll smack you half to death

With a beating from their dorsal fin

Down in the underworld the beast is almost belly up

'Cause man is natural sinister, he even made Beelze-blub

Fucking baby ay, he's praying who can save the day

My world is now a place that makes the devil wanna run away

[Hook - Chester P]

Did you ever see a rapper with our names on his tongue

Even if he never did it, make him tell you what he's done

String him up, string him up, make him tell you what he’s done

String him up, string him up, make him tell you what he’s done

Did you ever see a rapper with our names on his tongue

Even if he never did it, make him tell you what he's done

String him up, string him up, make him tell you what he’s done

String him up, string him up, make him tell you what he's done

[Verse 2 - Chester P]

I'm an urban inner city man, don't get up out your pretty pram

I’ll slap you with a shitty hand, then feed you to a gritty clan

Of pitiless religious freaks, who'll chop you into little bits

Then pop you into jars

And go and store you in the fridge for weeks

Each with little stickers saying "something for the kids to eat"

When times are hard then I'll steal a car and go and find your yard

Then burn it to the tarmac before I take the car back

Me I'll take another trip to go to try to find your ma

And teach that bitch a lesson, how to raise a decent little guy

And take her fucking junkie pins and give her artificial eyes

There is no glory in a suicidal battle cry

I'll slit your blubbered belly and leave you looking at your appetite

I'll use your little brain to paint a fucking satellite

So stay the fuck away unless you're coming here to die tonight

And don't be tripping when you're walking in the streets I tread

I may be vegetarian don't think I wouldn't eat your leg

And grab you by your greasy hair and tie it to a stolen ped

And drag you through the streets

Until it pulls it out your swollen head

I bury all opponents dead beneath the fucking ground here

So bring yourself some armour if you're gonna come around here

I'll send you both your girls ears

I swear my fucking worlds weird

Don't fucking piss me off you twatty toffs

I'll grab the sheep shears

And kill you in your sleep counting sheep man I blacked out

So hold your fucking tongue before I cut your fucking cats out

[Hook]

Did you ever see a rapper with our names on his tongue

Even if he never did it, make him tell you what he's done

String him up, string him up, make him tell you what he's done

String him up, string him up, make him tell you what he's done

Did you ever see a rapper with our names on his tongue

Even if he never did it, make him tell you what he's done

String him up, string him up, make him tell you what he's done

String him up, string him up, make him tell you what he's done