Lyrics Pie and Chips - Mr. Wrong, Salar

Pie and Chips

I’m an angry fool
Marching around, starting on gangs of youths
For looking at me crude
I’ll right-hook and smash the tooth, of those that think they’re tough
I’ll clap for you, on each side of your face
Until your mug is black and blue
Who?
Mr. Mean is after you
I’ll take you back to school
Teach you discipline lessons that every teacher’s gagging to
I’m lining up my students
I’m silent with an icy look, until the first one cries and tries to run
But, I’m by the door and slide it shut, tie him up
And declare that the next one who tries, gets snuffed
A snidey cunt, dishing out order
Force a persistent talker
To sit in the bottomless pit I hid in the corner
The type to quietly sit on the back of the bus, waiting
For the first bastard to fuck with me, and start smashing him up
Embarrass him much, publicly
I’ll pull a tigers whiskers out his stupid face, if it dare look at me cold
C.O.T.D.
roll, 96 strong
When I thought I made a mistake’s the only time I’ve been wrong
It’s stubborn 'fight me' shit
Outrageous arguments with my clock every night, 'cause I decide what time it is
Look, if it tastes like a fish, looks like a fish
But I say it’s pie and chips
Then it’s fucking pie and chips
The underlying message here, is very clear
Do not fuck with the Brick Pelly peer
This is no complex mathematical theory
It’s not rocket science kid, it’s simple really
(Antiheroes, brick pelican in effect again)
Shit, I don’t give the latter if you think I’m para
Hoodied up indoors hiding from the hidden camera
Fuck a happy life in paradise
Just make sure when you lock me up, my straitjacket’s Nike and got a hood
Polish Bud bottle and leave the party on the sly
With it’s life and soul, plus the alcohol supply
I left my station to find another eighth and have no specific destination in
mind
In an attempt to save me some time, I had a spliff
Then fell flat on my face to demonstrate
I was fine to a passing pig
Educated by rap records, 'cause I never paid attention in lesson
Head smashed when class was in session
And finished getting high with passes in stress and manic depression
Oh why why why do I act this way?
For me a compliment is sad to say
Have no fear, attitude like fuck the atmosphere
I’m more concerned with the lack of gas in my glass of beer
Still fuming, his temper’s chill, ill
Human rent-a-kill, bringing dark days to Pleasantville
Day-dream a low-budget snuff flick on acid
And butt bricks to ashes in an attempt to fix the static
You turned killer but you’re destined for the same ending as Edmund
Doolally, don’t trust anybody that’s too happy
The underlying message here, is very clear
Do not fuck with the Brick Pelly peer
This is no complex mathematical theory
It’s not rocket science kid, it’s simple really