Mr. Key - Fingers In Your Nose lyrics

(Put your fingers in your nose Have a little dig about See what you find All bunged up) [Verse 1] Mister fickle as fate I'm still sick and depraved With a pick and a spade I sit diggin' a grave Man you don't even need to read the ink on my page You can see the truth written in my grimacing face When I Listen to the sh** that you made There's six million ways to piss in your face So choose one My whole crews coming through unscrewed Singin' f** you, you, f** you and f** you Its who? Mr. Key from the SMB Not the type a prick to claim that I'm the best MC See who wants to be an MC (not me!) Some people seem to think that that's a bit off-key But I drop a freestyle whenever wherever Mashed up on acid tabs chatting bare cheddar For the fun of it Another grubby kid from the rubbish tip I love to spit give a f** you can s** a dick If I'm f**ing sh** spit bars on the jokes one If you ain't havin' no fun go home, son you're so glum (Wahh!) Can't remember why you rate this But reckon your the greatest I reckon I'm degenerate and wasted And still come heavier than anything I'm faced with Yes I'm an escapist The sweaty little ape Steppin' in and disrespecting everything you rate [Chorus] So put your fingers in your nose If you love hip-hop And if you don't rate that You can s** this co*k I be picking in my bogies and crusty snot Disgusting slugs and slobs Blowin' up your spot [Chorus 2] So put your fingers in your nose If you love hip-hop And if you don't rate that You can s** this co*k I be digging through my bogies and crusty snot Disgusting slugs and slobs What the f** you got [Verse 2] I'm the opposite type A hot rock in the pipe The hobgoblin Eyes shot wobblin' by I wipe my snot rocks on the work that i write Got proper supply and stop rocking the mic A lot of the time you see me floppin' its fine Rock shows so f**ed I forgot all my lines And so what? (Your show's f**ed!) Yeah your probably right But it's two for a fiver on bottles of white And three for seven quid (Aw yeah!) Lets go twos on that and start there Those brehs that'd know me Nobody knows me I'm home alone with a nose full of bogies And bogus show ponies I've thrown in my chokey I can throw blows like a focused shinobi And bling is for the posies, posers and phonies Acting the twat at the rap karaoke show So let's go toe to toe But I thrown no blows, man I blow my nose Overdose, the bunged up piss artiste Mr. Key pickin' boogers like Biz Markie