Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Mr. Grin and Bare, artist - Dirty Dike. Date of issue: 27.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Little Mr. Grin and Bare |
| Yaow, Yo |
| So I was living there |
| Sitting in a prison scared |
| Giving it the villain like I’m bigger than the kicks I wear |
| I’m in the system like a criminal that didn’t care |
| Ignorance is bliss but I’m still a little bit aware |
| Little Mr. Grin and Bare |
| Riding the carousel |
| Lie on my back and smell life from this padded cell |
| I seen inmates singing when they get beef |
| Literally depressed, seen 'em swinging from a bed-sheet |
| I seen a victim get his head beat, uh |
| But I’ve never been impressed or seen a need to respect beef |
| Respect people |
| People respect me |
| Vision of the sequel connects when I get free |
| Living in the belly of the beast like Pinocchio |
| Swimming in the telly, never peace when I overdose |
| Smash that |
| All you judge and jury get a slap back |
| Standing in a cage celebrating like Mad Max |
| 2000 and life’s like a right hook |
| Eyes in my rhyme book are crying that I write |
| And I might look a sight, look at my crooked eyes |
| Bright white as the prison gate slides to the side |
| I, stand on rap in this land of crap |
| It’s like life got bad when I’m bouncing back |
| Bad as an aggy addict with an ounce of crack |
| A smack habit in a panic in his council flat |
| Amount to that |
| Never, I’ll be shouting facts |
| In a mac where the bad weather’s drowning rats |
| And? |
| rowdy slags are ragged and are louder shags |
| For getting pissed in a park spitting mouth attacks |
| I’m as big as a shark in this sea of the nothingness |
| CP SMB you can’t fuck with this |
| Puffing spliffs so high like you’re up in lifts |
| Rubbish tip kids crushing mics with our fucking lips |
| I credit life like my lust is a horoscope |
| I never died I’m just fucked in this horror show, (save me!) |
| Fighting off the devil with a crowbar |
| Peddling my wares like the devil is my own heart |
| Never getting scared, rob a challenger with no mask |
| So dark I left you battered with your own bars |
| My word skill’s more ragged than my clothes are |
| No chance of missing, my raps are like blow darts |
| So show heart if your family’s true |
| And don’t part with your man for the slag in the crew |
| No father has planned what I happen to do |
| My own art is a passion that I actually prove |
| And while you flappin' like a bat in the zoo |
| I’ll be sat back packaging my hash in a zoot |
| I’m a rap cat scavenging for salmon to chew |
| In a land full of mucus and planet abuse |