Lee Scott - Butter Fly lyrics

[Verse] I'm Slick like a Johnny Barnes scissor kick Round ours Robbie's God and Grobbelaar's Innocent Shankly's sons, early 90's Ca**y scum Taxing Capri Sun's and stashing them at me Mums A lack of funds, gather crumbs and sink bevies The kids on the express way bridges that flick pennies Why even try like? You'll get your f**ing eye wiped It's not a fickle minds life, thinking Picking at me chicken fried rice Indifferent, bizzies listen in and think we're bickering The kip of them though I'm sick of them Like a clique of blind mice that wouldn't notice if I told them And they lived and died twice Ignant? Quite right, the world in which we live in Is a ma**ive ball of izm and I'm a master of all that isn't Caught you slipping, called your women over Tripping sober, until I'm rich as sh** tipping Hova Cla**, like Minnesota Fatts By the look of their silhouettes I think their holding bats Not a splab lad take a wholesome drag Rolling stoned 'til I'm broken bad Even Obi Wan Kenobi's blagged Blah lid, f**ing you up for something your Ma did Just to rhyme it, undermining major up and coming signings Spitting like the first proletarian that ever rhymed a word Mostly sh** about Mary and the times we shared, on this dying earth