Lyrics Benefit Babies - Smellington Piff, Leaf Dog, Cracker Jon

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