Pierre Green - Outro lyrics

Mr. Dabbla AKA Puppa Murc AKA The one punch wonder AKA The lazy eye AKA that loser from Barnet AKA Shut the f** up when I'm talking to you [Verse 1 - Dabbla] Yeah I'm built for this, MC's dunno how to deal with this k**ed the lyricist and dragged his body in the wilderness It's the children of the corn causing damage So hungry for the papes I'll eat a horses miscarriage Spit the baddest type of sh** you've ever heard Murdering the first, second and the third reoccurring Tighter than a virgin, tighter than the gloves on a surgeon Or submarine doors when submerging In other words I'm serving, urban or suburban Doesn't really matter still see the fire burning This is higher learning, higher than I'd have to be to walk in China Whites and try buy a pint of bourbon I ain't even ramping, stuff that we're stamping in your head So tough I'll give a buffalo a trampling You know what, f** this I'm so sick I take out my bottom ribs just to s** my own dick Don't give a sh** what you think, we're going on stink Wash my balls and my armpits in the sink Living life on the edge, mixing my drinks It's gone right to my head now sh**s on the brink It's the ma**acre, Mr. Dabbla the babbler But man he's been through more bush than David Attenborough I'm telling ya, sk**er k** a messenger Have a bredda sh**ting in his knickers like an enema Woh, follow through with the flow Original rudeboy I get booed every show Flush it, when I buss it, you can't touch it Truss it, we get dirty like your girls gusset Muss it, be this way? Yep lets discuss it Basically, we're blowing up like double decker busses I was chosen, cryogeneticly frozen sh** on MC's and expose 'em