Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Basey Bat Rap, artist - Lee Scott. Date of issue: 20.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |