Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wiggly Willy, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Hip Hop Hooray, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Wiggly Willy |
My full name’s Cheltenham D.G.L.B. |
Digby |
My diet consists strictly of single malt whisky |
I’m particularly sesquipedalian |
I’ve not published a single literary failure |
And I’d speculate that’s mainly thanks to the fact |
That I don’t even write books, I just rap |
Trust that I’m a distinguished linguist |
Whose voice’s weapon of choice is English |
A rhythm wrecking rhetorician, getting recognition |
For the fact that I’m swagger’s dictionary definition |
On first look, you’re ready for a second listen |
I took your sister to third base, cherry picking |
Heavy hitting, yet with incredible erudition |
It’s a travesty you haven’t seen me rapping on your television |
I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby |
My witty words make your willy feel all wiggly |
I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby |
If folk don’t dig me, they don’t know diddly |
Allow the grime scene for the time being |
I turn the G into a C: crime scene |
I’m the nightmare to come and wreck your nice dream |
I’ll open up your top like a double decker sightseeing |
I ripped the Rolex off of Wiley |
And now I wear it in my jacket pocket by my tie, see? |
I’m the reason that your wife’s seen the dry cleaner |
Imbibing my seed like Ribena |
I’ll livestream it widescreen |
As she lies, semen smeared on her cheeks like a child eating ice cream |
She might need a new dress; |
Lewinsky |
I’m going mental on your crew’s set; |
Klaus Kinski |
I’ll kick your mumsy in the mimsy with an air of whimsy |
Then throw her down the stairs like a slinky |
I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby |
My witty words make your willy feel all wiggly |
I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby |
If folk don’t dig me, they don’t know diddly |
Give me a mo, bro; |
Digby |
Will make your ho go giggly, oh so quickly |
The po-po tried to photofit me |
I simply did this and they let me go: victory |
I don’t have any history, lathered in mystery |
Someone phone Agatha Christie |
My breath smells of a packet of Wrigley’s |
Mixed with whatever the hell my tobacconist gives me |
I’ll piggyback on the back of a pygmy |
Screaming «quickly, quickly"while I’m jabbing his kidneys |
From the Indies to Sydney and in between |
A Cold War submarine is my limousine |
A libertine with the sympathy of Mr Bean |
A prick that means to to be inflammatory so bring your antihistamines |
I’m Mister Meanness, I bring a list of misdemeanours |
Bigger than your sister’s penis; |
how pissed the scene is |
Just switch your speakers off if you’re squeamish |
I’ve completed treatises and theses on faeces |
I’m the bee’s knees; |
pollenating on the daily |
I leave seeds upon a range of lovely ladies |
I ram raided Hades with a Mercedes |
Camera in the deceased’s faces: «say cheese» |
I’m from a place of make believe, and now I’m real |
Slightly hallucinatory is how I feel |
Thou art kneeling before me; |
raw meat |
Ready to be churned and then turned into corned beef |
Balls deep in the rhythm like a porn scene |
And jisming, it’s beginning to get a bit like Wall Street |
With all the greed I’m growing taller than a broad bean |
Drag you to the park folded in half like a lawn seat |
I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby |
My witty words make your willy feel all wiggly |
I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby |
If folk don’t dig me, they don’t know diddly |