| Oh, it was mad
|
| Bournemouth was mad
|
| Yeah
|
| Yeah
|
| Bugzy Malone
|
| You know?
|
| What’s 'dis?
|
| I just wanna do some illegal shit right now
|
| Me, I’m not really in the mix right now
|
| I heard my mans going on colder than cold
|
| Tell 'em I’m about and I’m in the bits right now
|
| He was on a Jet Li ting so I started training and I’m fit right now
|
| Chat shit get banged
|
| That means you can get banged out if you chat shit right now
|
| I was on a different wave last year
|
| I was on the road trying to get paid last year
|
| I paid seventy-two for one box of haze
|
| When I look back that’s way too dear
|
| I went straight into production wearing a full body suit like Breaking Bad
|
| Trimming for two whole weeks and I ate nothing but frozen pizza, it was mad
|
| Driving around with a box on the floor, just under the glove compartment
|
| A box on a seat, box in a bin bag wrapped up left in a lickle back garden
|
| I was in a crop gaff so long when I hit road man told me I look like Tarzan
|
| I got a full face bally with eye holes
|
| When I wear that I just feel like a Spartan
|
| (Budubow) Doors just come off
|
| (Budubow) Dogs get wrote off
|
| (Budubow) You can’t stare down the barrel of the John Gotti if it’s already
|
| sawn-off
|
| (Budubap) Most victims scream
|
| (Budubap) Head-shots are clean
|
| But most mans don’t look where they’re shootin'
|
| That’s why there’s bare evidence at the scene
|
| Look, I hear the whispers; |
| I hear the shouts
|
| I see the angle, I hear the doubt
|
| But I’m the first Mancunian emcee to take the piss
|
| What they talkin' about?
|
| I see the pictures, seen the comments
|
| See a couple diss tracks floatin' about
|
| And I swear down on my life I was gonna say somethin'
|
| But I was too busy in my house
|
| Yo', way too busy on my couch
|
| On the phone talking about my accounts
|
| I nearly spat out my mango Rubicon when I heard a hundred thousand pounds
|
| Did he forget that I’m Bugzy Malone?
|
| Did he forget I came up off the roads?
|
| I’m saying with a full face balaclava pulled down
|
| I’ll turn straight into a look
|
| Yo', straight back into that mode
|
| The lick off ya' head top mode
|
| 'Dem man represent the back garden
|
| Me, I’m way too big for a postcode
|
| What can I tell 'em they don’t already know?
|
| They already knew about Bury New Road
|
| They already know about the 0161
|
| And how I put Manchester on the globe
|
| Wait, let’s talk about the Walking Dead
|
| Why? |
| Cause I watch that when I’m in bed
|
| Why? |
| Cause it reminds me of when I was comin' up
|
| And I would lick man over the head
|
| Yo', I licked man down with a brick so bad once everybody said he was dead
|
| And I ran all the way back to Jacob’s mum’s cause I didn’t wanna go back to pen
|
| You remember the party on the Glen
|
| When, man come let shots off at the gaff: bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
|
| Everybody ran
|
| Brick dust in the air like a spray tan
|
| I had man jumpin' about like Rayman
|
| I wear my hat low like Raiden
|
| And I get so much radio play these days, man think I’m a freemason
|
| This one’s not for the kids
|
| Not for the MOBOs, not for the BRITs
|
| Not for the TV, not for the radio
|
| More time, this one’s just for the whip
|
| Now I got the Batmobile with gadgets on it
|
| 2.5 Quattro, S-tronic
|
| Now I need a bed like Wallace and Gromit
|
| So I can slide out of the window onto the bonnet
|
| Into the driver’s seat
|
| It’s the Night Rider, they can’t ride with me
|
| My man’s driving a clapped out Astra
|
| Tell my man not to try it with me
|
| My man got left stood with a face full of blood
|
| Tell man not to try it with me
|
| Them man got shook when I jumped out of the bus
|
| Tell man not to try with me
|
| Bu-da-blaw!
|
| Bu-da-blaw!
|
| Bugzy Malone
|
| Bu-da-blaw!
|
| Nothing friendly right now
|
| Bu-da-blaw!
|
| Fuck off
|
| Bugzy Malone
|
| Nutten’s friendly right now
|
| You get me
|
| Hang tight my fuckin' brother JB
|
| Watch out for the EP |