Ears - Lights Out lyrics

Oi, lend me your ears for a second, yeah? (lend me your ears) Cos what happened was, (what happened was) This guy Lightnin (this guy, Lightnin) he phoned me And he was, oh Earz man, yeah (yeah yeah) I think you're good, let's clash you later Ahh cool let's go (let's go) Hold tight my DJ; Exit Lies, my performance, I'm hype He and I, how he wants to clash now So you're 'bout to hear that now Lies, my performance, I'm hype About how he wants to clash now He's about to get smack down Some eediot black boy fresh of the boat Always shouting, res' up yuh throat True say yuh breath stinks like fufu I don't wanna hear no bars that you wrote Well I mean writ', anyway; shut yuh mouf True say you're sh** and you better; shut yuh mouf He's just on a hype ting, on a mic ting If he calls my name, I'll be like, what? I'm out What's this battyboy sounding about Always spitting from the side of your mouth Looks like you're trying to lips man down From the side of your mouth, what, sliding it out Anywhere, where was I; shut yuh mouf Anywhere, where was I; shut yuh mouf I will just box man it's standard I swear I seen him on an oxfam advert, like Two pound a month, eh Two pound a month, eh I need food for eating everyday I need clothes to give my family Two pound a month, eh Two pound a month, eh I need food for eating everyday I need clothes to give my family Anyways, back to the plan, back to the programme You're a black man I'm one too But you're taking the piss Lightnin If you look at him hard enough - he looks blue He looks like an ape that escaped from the zoo Throw him a banana watch him chew Just one eediot boy from the bits Who do you think you're trying to slew Man will run up in the yard with the tingy ting ting You'll be like God man, what is he thinking I'll be like, nahh, gimme the bling bling I want the chaps and the chains for the chingy ching ching Salute me now I'm the king of this ring Man'll get knocked out in a fisting I just wanna floss out like a miss king With the yats giving brain bigger than a big ting See me on road with the pickiest jim Tryna move O's of the sickiest ting My mix CD is the wickedest ting, since Boy in da corner, you should listen I wanna rise to the tip of this ting Wanna see pies like Mr Kipling You know who it is, it's the skinny kid slim Who said not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin I can't get over this side of your mouth styley Always from the side of your mouth You look like an ugly chimpanzee when I'm 'ere That's why you wanna hide in your house Yeah, go home You're not big in the game, so just go home You're a kid in the game, so just go home And when you spit in the raves, you get no hope Forget practice blue, you're sleep African palm Shut yuh mouth about African palm I don't wanna hear none of that my yout' You will just get a Caribbean boot Coof, coof, Caribbean coof You will just get a Caribbean coof You wasteman, don't ever diss me again You're a sela**hole, get the hell out You're on a wreck, your sk**s are get ten out Ten outta here, make the girls shell out Know we don't talk no more we just sell out She wanna be stiff like gel out A tub, you're no threat I'm doing well out, here, I ain't dem out Swagger mcs lets hope I do well out Concert sell outs, crammed to the back Gotta help them out they're fam to the max I'll be hotting up bare mcs I hot 'em up Till they get a tan to the black Like Lightnin, run to the back Gotta help them out they're family man What, on Lord of the decks I'm whispering But could you hear me now are you listening p**y b**h (Laughs)