Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Faceache, artist - Aspects. Date of issue: 31.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Faceache |
| Splurge, contagion |
| Feels like the days of Reagan, Bush and Noriega |
| Tories, no Labour |
| Do us a favour, end user |
| You’re not looking down the barrel of a shooter |
| Just a note attached to your hooter |
| Ride a taxi, highfaluter |
| Some youths make the drop on a scooter |
| Engaged, proverbial; |
| Socialite types, seduced by bright lights; |
| Ugly sisters sniffing the cistern lids stooped in piss |
| (God forbid they missed a bit) |
| Meanwhile a fiend your place — |
| Scumbags still smoke the base |
| Entire villages are being displaced |
| Kidnap rings are in place |
| To fund this |
| Ho hum, have fun kids! |
| Don’t ask why I take umbridge |
| I sound harsh, yeah that may be |
| But I see this arseholes sipping fair trade tea! |
| Septums erased by devour dust; |
| Faces look like Shane Macgowan does |
| Until it’s lights out, like power cuts |
| Aspects: the rap gods empowered us |
| In your mirrors, I see cowardice |
| You rack it up and act like you’re powerless |
| Why’d you think them blokes mugged your mum? |
| To get the funds to pay those who run drugs and guns |
| Ugly |
| Ping! |
| Pow! |
| Boom! |
| Face. |
| Ache. |
| Face. |
| Ache |
| Ugly |
| Ping! |
| Pow! |
| Boom! |
| Face. |
| Ache. |
| Face. |
| Ache |
| Look who snuck back |
| Eyebrows plucked |
| Earlobes waxed like I give a fuck |
| Nice strip of spray-tan down my ass-crack |
| Gucci, skinny jeans my nutsack |
| like my brain, peaking out my ears |
| Hiding in the rain, never once shed a tear |
| Eyelash dyed, papparazz' befriended |
| Shouting out «Hoes!» |
| cause my name was trending |
| Slang and the swagger than the next man |
| Catch my real accent when I talk to me nan |
| See a girl dem flop wanna rock dem pow |
| Bust her in the head, she never answer back now |
| Plus the self-confidence, plus the inner pride |
| Be the bigger man now my crew get a ride |
| Fuck the fans, rules and stereotypes |
| I pick up the mic and believe my own hype |
| I’m ugly |
| Damn right I’m ugly |
| You couldn’t give a crackhead drugs to fuck me |
| Grown men grimace and women suck teeth |
| The birthing nurse mistook my face for butt cheeks |
| The first face ache in the case book |
| For men who only poke girls on Facebook |
| It’s a disgrace the way my face look |
| I fell face-first from every tree they shook |
| Villagers follow with pitchforks and torches |
| Everywhere I go, doors swing on empty porches |
| I’m a toast of the party? |
| Hardly! |
| They’d rather receive Biz Markie’s car keys |
| Yo, I’m used the knock-backs |
| I serenaded Ann Widdecombe in a jock strap |
| And to be honest I was shocked I got slapped |
| Just another case of the kettle calling pot black |
| «What's that?!» |
| all the kids scream |
| When my mask slips and my face is seen |
| It’s obscene as a racist dream |
| Call Geoff Capes for my facelift, please! |
| I’m ugly like the truth is, stupid |
| And the truth is I make Ken Dodd look toothless |
| I make Cupid useless |
| I really don’t give two shits |
| Cause I’m ugly |
| I am a ugly person |
| I am a very ugly person |