The People's Champ

Golden Era Mixtape... What now? [Verse one] The name holds weight son Big frame, big game, spit flames Hey, what a fucking great cunt Sense of humor's a little odd Face look like a mugshot, yeah, a little off Body looks like something of a Buddha God With a personality that some pretty cunt should have got But don't worry baby, that's just him Go on give him a little bit, he's destined for things The name's Briggs I've told you this a million times A million different ways in five other rhymes So please forgive me if I repeat myself It seems to be the only shit that sells So you must love it, at least a little bit And half these other maggots are rapping like some little kids Connect the dot, tick the box Hat match kicks, shirt match socks [Hook] Yeah motherfucker, I'm the People's Champ And everywhere I go I hear the people chant: "Fuck you Briggs!" I'm the People's Champ And everywhere I go I hear the people chant: "Fuck you!" They they love my shit And they don't even know what the fuck it is The copped all the discs Come to the show and they brought their kids [Verse two] There was two in the bed and the little one said "Oh my God, what have I done?" There was two in the bed and the big one said "Hey! Look what I done!" But fuck it, you only gonna live once So you might as well take chance with the dunce I'll play nice, call your Mum 'Mum' For the next two months, pretend it's true love Then the real me surface Like 20,000 Leagues from the abyss, gut like a furnace No license, barely got the Learner's permit Xbox, wireless internet hermit Vibe from the cavernous room, disturbing Something's smelling like it's burning Fix my own meal, they all taste like bourbon Reading my review, "Oh, it's so urban" [Hook]