Chester P - Spoonerised Minds lyrics

[Intro: Chester P] I dedicate this sh** to Mr Spooner man For the spoonerisms that run through my mind frequently man I've been doing this sh** for years and years and years man I've been doing this sh** way before you cats were even rapping and sh** man Spoonerising words here man, it's my thing yo [Verse 1: Chester P] I came tonight like a watch with the right time Spoonerise most of these words and make a tight rhyme I drag Braintax from train backs down the train tracks Leave the bay packed out from my pay-back I slay tracks like a prison tray slacks I bait snacks, straight up I break snake backs You're bait wack, I take weight back when I flutter-by Flapping like the wings of a mutated bu*terfly Your mum and dad's dumb and mad at a heper's land Once you're getting shook you're falling off like a leper's hand I k** sk**s, my sk** k**s the format With more fat than thin, store raps like a rap strap I do tai-chi, then I drink chai tea You don't wanna fight me like ten Ayia Napa G's Eyes like the Japanese all try'na bite me No matter who you might be you'll wanna see the back of P's Just like a pack of bees Or gang of crack heads, I hack creds In a rat's head, leave your hats red Raps that are not warm, try'na say "What Norm?" You don't wanna watch me I'm nasty like co*k p**n Bars so hot when I spit I could pop corn Spock warns just what spawns from the right books [In] spite of any dangers fake cats bite rooks Life tooks souls where the heights look too high Spoonerisms, listen to the news cry Fronting like you're hard cause you know you're little crew's nigh I do chicks who chew dicks out in Shanghai And if you're too embarra**ed then the lot of you can hang shy Your band sank in the sand bank of slow sales Razor-sharp toenails, leave you all with no tails I know you've heard about the beggars and the chooser Me, I'm into bars like its Chequers and the boozer And the bed-taker chicks in stilts and Ted Baker Lick brains on Brick Lane for red papers Ped rapers, took your ped and said "laters" It's a mixed up kettle of fish, the bread haters Bread frakers, who break bread to tread waiters And some guys get in a mess and wed traitors Still rock snap-crackle-pop from the hilltop With ten sick bres who strap Glocks and go until hop I thrive on a pack of lies, in this life If I run into a lack of pies, it's buck fever Some kids only exist to f** beaver And you never wanna trust in life or luck neither It's iller than the lion's den, realer a crying fam' Swimming in the flames, it was safer in a frying pan Plenty chicks, they ain't really gonna take your sh** Some are having fits just for telling her to "shake yer tits" And some are nasty, their words'll come and tease your ears Some'll see your pain and wanna come and ease your tears And some'll leave you like your pole need surgery Some are angelic but my soul needs purgery It gets gritty in my Tale of Two Cities Where there's young girls pushing the sale of two titties Words are like braille for the blind There's few nifty kids who hate school but love the new fifty Me, I wanna boot rears, sipping on a root beer Cry for the few dear friends, never do fear Anywhere I go, best believe I keep you near The numbers might change but it's never been a new year Rebel in a flat cap, d** through your cat flat And rats pack cracks in the cleavage on Pat's rack I grill beef where the kids call me 'Bill Grief' Still keep bars high-priced cause I k** street Dreams in the streets You're weak and you lack punch Even back in school you'd be robbed for your packed lunch I'm getting heated, best to go and take a shower Spoonerisms, big enough to take a tower [Hook 1 x2: ??] Tell a friend, tell a foe, tell your trusted dogs When I'm coming I'll be running with some dusted trogs And they'll be coming with the anger and the tool-kit Life's a b**h but she got a pair of cool tits [Hook 2 x4: ??] You've got it all back to front You've got it all twisted You've got it all inside out