Aspects - Faceache lyrics

[Verse 1: Probe Mantis] Splurge, contagion Feels like the days of Reagan, Bush and Noriega Tories, no Labour Do us a favour, end user You're not looking down the barrel of a shooter Just a note attached to your hooter Ride a taxi, highfaluter Some youths make the drop on a scooter Engaged, proverbial [?]; Socialite types, seduced by bright lights; Ugly sisters sniffing the cistern lids stooped in piss (God forbid they missed a bit) Meanwhile a fiend [?] your place - Scumbags still smoke the base Entire villages are being displaced Kidnap rings are in place To fund this Ho hum, have fun kids! Don't ask why I take umbridge I sound harsh, yeah that may be But I see this arseholes sipping fair trade tea! Septums erased by devour dust; Faces look like Shane Macgowan does Until it's lights out, like power cuts Aspects: the rap gods empowered us In your mirrors, I see cowardice You rack it up and act like you're powerless Why'd you think them blokes mugged your mum? To get the funds to pay those who run d** and guns [Hook] Ugly Ping! Pow! Boom! Face. Ache. Face. Ache Ugly Ping! Pow! Boom! Face. Ache. Face. Ache [Verse 2: Bubber Loui] Look who snuck back Eyebrows plucked Earlobes waxed like I give a f** Nice strip of spray-tan down my a**-crack Gucci [?], skinny jeans my nutsack [?] like my brain, peaking out my ears Hiding in the rain, never once shed a tear Eyelash dyed, papparazz' befriended Shouting out "Hoes!" cause my name was trending Slang and the swagger [?] than the next man Catch my real accent when I talk to me nan See a girl dem flop wanna rock dem pow Bust her in the head, she never answer back now Plus the self-confidence, plus the inner pride Be the bigger man now my crew get a ride f** the fans, rules and stereotypes I pick up the mic and believe my own hype [Hook] [Verse 3: El Eye] I'm ugly Damn right I'm ugly You couldn't give a crackhead d** to f** me Grown men grimace and women s** teeth The birthing nurse mistook my face for bu*t cheeks The first face ache in the case book For men who only poke girls on Facebook It's a disgrace the way my face look I fell face-first from every tree they shook Villagers follow with pitchforks and torches Everywhere I go, doors swing on empty porches I'm a toast of the party? Hardly! They'd rather receive Biz Markie's car keys Yo, I'm used the knock-backs I serenaded Ann Widdecombe in a jock strap And to be honest I was shocked I got slapped Just another case of the kettle calling pot black "What's that?!" all the kids scream When my mask slips and my face is seen It's obscene as a racist dream Call Geoff Capes for my facelift, please! I'm ugly like the truth is, stupid And the truth is I make Ken Dodd look toothless [The truth is] I make Cupid useless [The truth is] I really don't give two sh**s Cause I'm ugly [Outro] I am a ugly person I am a very ugly person