Mik** Pane - The Return of Mister Pane lyrics

[Verse 1] Ladies and gentlewomen, it's the return of mister pane The lanky n***a in purple frames The marijuana puffing, fat bumper loving, black jumper bussin' nerd of the game The trainer collecting U.F.O TOwN mayor Strange things happen when you go down there The movie-viewing, groupie-screwing black sh** in your area That's getting more bookings than Patrick Viera Cuz, the beer drinker, lemon and lime in his corona The permanently horny - spent his life with this bo*er The quick-witted, biggest lipped prick in Britain That rips riddims, kicks lyrics that get bitten The Arsenal supporting, BNP opposer More f**ing likely than TNT to blow up The jollof rice eating, salt beef bagel buyer The guy with no love for a cheat, fake or liar [Hook] Mik** Pane, listen to me rap I write my musi-music on the fre-free mason, sick Mik** Pane, course his acapellas are swell I'll blow you out like smoke Mik** Pane, I'm setting grooves on fire No joke, that I'm the best emcee Mik** Pane, I'll blow you out like smoke You can't step to this [Verse 2] Yo, The indie music listener Brick Lane visitor Not a virgin but he'll just never give a f** The moped riding Open minded Rutten person, cracking farts in a cinema near you In fact nearer than you think He's in the back row of any theatre that stinks The half deaf, short sited, African wa*ker The one you never suspected was actually a rapper The riskent piss-taker Consistent b**h-dater Critics can taste my dish, its dick flavour The tattoo-ed tosser, more fly than a bumble bee Dressed in Tourist, Charlie, Hustle and Currency The grown arse man with a kid deep inside The sole reason these rap b**hes keep crying The internet surfing, burping Perfectly imperfect version of mister Jesus Christ [Hook] [Verse 3] He's the schizophrenic, shoplifting menace Robs sh** like lettuce Because its green, then he shots it in tens' The only guy you know that don't rock an expensive watch or a necklace Or claim to keep Glocks in his lexus The arrogant narcissist The nasty bit of work you want to blast your clip into or carve to bits with a swiss army chiv The f**ing random weirdo Don't give a damn or care yo Surprising like finding his sh** in your Granny's stereo The p**n mag reading guy with a mohican Who's mouth kind of bends to the side when he's speaking The drunken freestyler He's a kinda deep writer but he focusses on smoking weed at IDAS The mainly eighties maniac, that's where they made him at He's got a half finished time-machine, he's making that to take him back And when he's gone he'll leave the mark of that sick sh** That won't let you forget the motherf**er existed [Hook]