Lyrics Basey Bat Rap - Lee Scott, Illinformed, Broom Man

Basey Bat Rap

Your idle idol
Staring at the spinning spiral of a gentle giant vinyl
Strange ways since his sunny runny days
I don’t think he’s gonna change, replace the phrase it’s just a phase
I lost me chain at a party, when I left it on the side drunk
Around the same time I first tried skunk
Just leave him to his oversized Ellesse clothes
As long as he’s got eleven fingers and as many toes
That’s all that matters plus that shit’ll fit him when he grows
And charge the rap game later for any debt he owes
Skipping several episodes, we can see our hero grown up
Frying chicken embryos
I used to wanna fly away cause me caseys flat
And to the kids picking on us, I’ve got a basey bat
Depressed in the Winter, in need of sun rays
Plus I learned to blag bizzies at a young age
My sincerest Appy Polly Loggies
But I don’t wanna here your happy oggy oggys
A quiet shy unless you knew him type of guy
From watching BraveStarr to puffing stuff like HR
The greenest bud no longer mattered when he seen the blood
Others are oblivious like who’s this Ebeneezer Goode
Nine to five weekend warriors drinking booze
The choice is yours but you’ve only got this to choose
Stuck within the confines of your paradigm
I don’t wanna stand in line
Smelling like the chemical concoctions of Calvin Klein
So poor Palestine
More doper than white phosphorous
I’m on the steel like severed arm colossus
The fucking super looper sample anguish challenger
Crooked desirer, hire me to hassle any character
I, I, I see through your pigskin
Catch me throwing bottles at the act stupid kingpin
Bump a hoe, take the (?)
The maximum, the hand that fed the five thousand
Fat lier, fat knower, truth finder
Always speak in code word
No bonus ropes, the hand feeds the homeless to goesa
Best believe if I ain’t top ten then bitch I’m eleven
The elder god, the mic sections is on my TV
Told her I woulda smashed in 99 hit up
But I was fourteen still learning how to skin up, proper
Possibly the truest shit I’ve lied about
The big ego, Dario, Tarantinio
You best believe that if I release it then it’s dope
Free tickets to the hopeless show, bring your own ammo
Get shrunk like Zielinksi, the double jumping air touching foot plant
You missed slag, pisstakers ahh well
Fuck Fred Phelps and all them as well
The resistance won’t be played on your radio hoe
Silly come and go, don’t fuck with no fake
But if I do and find out, get crashed out my database straight
I’m either nice or weird acting spear fashion
I hate humans, send a fuck you to Parliament
Sugar coated candy drugs, don’t eat the brown acid
Shout the Ralph garment, peace to George Carlin