Behjz Boyz - Christmas Gift lyrics

[Verse 1: FlenD.M.A] Behjz Boyz It's New Years Eve, no stopping I'll be stocking your stocking with the CD Cause no ones topping us its so easy Bang it on your hi-fi its steezy BBK better know that my flow is BBC standard even left handed G So don't be stranding me I'm your teacher, Stormzy's outside just begging for a feature [Hook: FlenD.M.A] Well come inside and try stay in time like me You ain't no Ringo, your girl's a gringo and I won her playing bingo and she's pikey So think because my flows are like Nike I just do it on the mic-y, so hit the likey Cuz this beats so freshly mixed, and This is the Behjz Boyz Christmas gift We're wiping out the grime scene with a flashy rhyme scheme So see if you can catch my drift [Verse 2: MC Marge] The raw fish gobbler Overgrown toddler I don't try and write bars I let the booze do it for me A white bread and bu*ter salty mustard orgy Few cans of tuna fish a custard forgery Lips like doormats eyes all gawky Still giving birds sore thighs till I'm 40 You want me out the house your gonna have to f**ing force me (f** off) Of course G I never skimp on the cheese, I scrimp shotting shrimp getting money for Gs And while I'm sick in the sink in a plain white Tee Flen's off shotting d** at the DMV Bloods clotting and rotting Plotting yaughting and squatting Blocking rocking and chopping Clocking cropping and co*king Copping and docking, dropping flocking and Flopping, hopping and jogging Knocking locking and mopping Nodding and plodding, popping prodding and robbing Shocking, shobbin shobblenergherhg... (f** off) [Verse 3: Doomzday] Getting in the pubs now we're older and 18 Starting to see the future its turning green The leaders of the world, gather in paris Discuss issues about how the world could vanish It could be a conspiracy, a new world order Smoke up it will make your mind a lot more broader When I'm in my car I'll play all your favourite beats Have us playing tunes that will leave us on repeat We're like bees coming out from underneath Gonna go round like a king yeah, like masterchief We'll set off to a party getting hearty in Stroud Hotbox all the rooms yeah a really fatty cloud If I go on a mad one go crazy like King Kong Gonna fall on the floor, no shoes like like a mong Have a banger yeah its New Years Eve Get some sticky ganja out my sleeve Getting f**ed is what we wanna achieve Yeah its New Years f**ing Eve [Hook: FlenD.M.A] [Verse 4: ProtoType] (Right, third time lucky) Approaching the mic with a different kind of mind set Flying a kite tied on the side of white jet Writing my rhymes with the guys at the bike shed Cyanide in my eyes while I'm drying my knife set Mic check one two spitting on a dumb tune All I really wanna do is sort some cro and bun a zoot Jumping out a plane but I'm not wearing a parachute Going underground yo I travel in a narrow tube Drink up your insides like your just a f**ing Froob Stoner like my names shaggy bunnin doobs with Scoob (Thats it) [Verse 5: Epileptic Spit] Christmas time Recording my beats between the sheets Getting drunk and finding sh** to eat Christmas hanging gotten me defeat Smoke a zoot before I puke From the green and beer in me Overloading on the t h c Eyes Chinese, Get at the tv Lay back high and watch some Star Wars The Princess Leia, I laid her Getting action from all star who*es My minds tripping and my body's in meltdown Want some twiglets better get off the couch now Seshing hard on trivial pursuit Open some gifts and f**in check out the loot A book DVDs and a bottle of wine and cheese Is the sh** for me Drink hard roll up and blaze trees It's all I f**in need [Bridge: FlenD.M.A] Stormzy's outside just begging for a feature [Hook: FlenD.M.A]