Lyrics Faceache - Aspects

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