Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Benefit Babies, artist - Smellington PiffDate of issue: 27.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Benefit Babies |
| Ya Ya |
| I was born on the Job Center floor |
| With a form in my hand for the benefit support |
| Clever with the talk before I could ever walk |
| I severed up the stalk and prepped with peppered pork |
| Dropping shits in the huggy |
| Butt ugly |
| My behaviour is Chucky |
| Entrepeneur scrapped the first buggy |
| That’s how I made my first money |
| Then moved for the tax credits |
| They told me you need to be 25 |
| So I glued hair to my face and returned with a disguise |
| If they don’t pay me I’ma turn the whole world on it’s side |
| Benefit baby until I’m 95 and beyond that |
| 3 foot small but I brawl like Ong Bak |
| Burn birds leave burns black |
| The shoguns my father |
| Raised off a strong back |
| I stay on the right side of the wrong tracks |
| (Leaf Dog) |
| I’m fresh out the womb and life’s already deep |
| Trying to hang myself for the past 36 weeks |
| Knew how to rob rich kids before I could speak |
| Swapping weed from my attic for the shoes on your feet |
| It’s the benefit babies chant |
| Selling drop leaf and weed that’s damp underneath the street lamp |
| Fuck 40 pound a week |
| I rob what I would eat |
| Stole so much I was 21 before I seen a recipt |
| Rinse and repeat |
| Get clothes from my cousin |
| Giving the D at age twelve like I’m part of the dozen |
| Buzzing off aerosol cans and cheap cider |
| Tagging dumb shit on the wall fuck been a writer |
| Always been hyper keep my own shit like a diaper |
| Tube in my mouth when I spat my first cypher |
| Don’t let me sight you nice shit or I’ll take that |
| If this rap shit fails son I’m going straight back |
| (Cracker Jon) |
| I don’t wear a different nappy every day of the week |
| I ain’t changing the sheets |
| They say it’s my cheek |
| I’m age 3 and there’s already some decay in my teeth |
| Got out the creche with baby Leaf and he’s making a beat |
| Tell my mum to dab my dummy with coke |
| And give me a couple of smokes |
| My harness is a rugged rope |
| Stick gin in my milk bottle |
| I’m not a role model for the kids to follow |
| In my baby grow |
| I’m taking ladies home for the breast feeding |
| Go and grab them so hard I leave their chest wheezing |
| Pay em off with the money from the piggy bank |
| Didn’t know my real stash was hidden in the pram |
| So as a baby on the child support |
| Never would I have thought |
| I’d rise for the cause or even fly abroad |
| Now my paintings framed for the scene and galleries |
| Benefit baby mother fucking number 3 |