Watkin Tudor Jones You Are Ok
undercover off-duty rap and the flexy brown patchwork, leather jacket feeling sexy very fly very bry(??) skop dem coke poes-go-with-the mermaid-flow-paper-flow
sibot, embark to finger shrivel, spit dribble flip little a sink a ship little funky rhymes, i got a dark selection bottled ready to start like my thought collection i get much more stupid than all these corny rappers plus my dj's f..ckin intense (in-tents) like horny campers hardcore, underground in the so-called rhyming weed smoking, no job having on the couch crashing, end of the month, mom phoning haven't made a break yet, deadheads keep getting nothing done dumb dumb dumb stuck in hundrum get stunned by stun gun tongue undone delivering gifts to the young ones
Chorus: i can't help but think things, never ever thought before shit wouldn't ever been created if i wasn't born you don't feel sad (??) but i like i came home cos i lost my (??)
MMM, i got power squeeze my buttcheeks tight, UH sperm vampires have no hold on me i'm buried 2005 BC i'm olden days like a golden age float in the air plus my eyes glow electric charge leap from my palms, don't come near me i'll go pop and make ya ears bleed you can't handle this i'm nice like my mom's sandwiches police wanna bite, I'll add a giant cockaroach cos thats the wrong approach ya tired, used to be inspired now the funk's blocked. why? cos its safe to SUCK COCK strictly unedgy, all up in your corporate arse like a wedgie put my self in a box, sell it to an evil demi-god i'm full blast ya nearly half you the frozen force, i'm a trojan horse (i'm free inside you) background bang switch step visible awesome, lets get physical
i can't help but think things, never ever thought before shit wouldn't ever been created if i wasn't born you don't feel sad (??) but i like i came home cos i lost my (??)
rappers don't know what "one" is they don't believe in karma's i'm all about the dot-dot-dot mmm ggggive me a pause for applause work it sweat pours from my pores people get live, cos rap got a drive in this jive f..ck a nine to five i'm all the time. DJ f..ck cut the record UP
ONE..ONE..ONE.. (rappers don't know what one is) TWO..TWO..THREE (tongue undone) BREAKIT
i can't help but think things, never ever thought before shit wouldn't ever been created if i wasn't born you don't feel sad (??) but i like i came home cos i lost my (??)
if ya young dumb full of cum they can get some if you're over 21, keep yourself in check son.
