Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Butter Fly, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Butter Fly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопButter Fly |
| I’m Slick like a Johnny Barnes scissor kick |
| Round ours Robbie’s God and Grobbelaar’s Innocent |
| Shankly’s sons, early 90's Cassy scum |
| Taxing CAPRI Sun’s and stashing them at me Mums |
| A lack of funds, gather crumbs and sink bevies |
| The kids on the express way bridges that flick pennies |
| Why even try like? |
| You’ll get YOUR fucking eye wiped |
| It’s not a fickle minds life, thinking |
| Picking at me chicken fried rice |
| Indifferent, bizzies listen in and think we’re bickering |
| The kip of them though I’m sick of them |
| Like a clique of blind mice that wouldn’t notice if I told them |
| And they lived and died twice |
| Ignant? |
| Quite right, the world in which we live in |
| Is a massive ball of izm and I’m a master of all that isn’t |
| Caught you slipping, called your WOMEN over |
| Tripping sober, until I’m rich as shit tipping Hova |
| Class, like Minnesota Fatts |
| By the look of their silhouettes I think their holding bats |
| Not a splab lad take a wholesome drag |
| Rolling stoned 'til I’m broken bad |
| Even Obi Wan Kenobi’s blagged |
| Blah lid, fucking you up for something your Ma did |
| Just to rhyme it, undermining major up and coming signings |
| Spitting like the first proletarian that ever rhymed a word |
| Mostly shit about Mary and the times we shared, on this DYINGearth |