Like This (Part 2)

Yeah! Yeah, Yeah Like a fat sack of phlegm Get your phlegm out And such Yeah naturally I'm mashed till you just can't chat to me When I am like this Can't get mashed for free So just grab a gram and then skank with me Its goes like this Yeah standardly I'm mashed till you just can't chat to me When I am like this Can't get mashed for free So just grab a gram and then skank with me Its goes like this So who's the man all the yats are embarrassed of? Hammered at your Jam sat blabbering and chatting rough Baxter, back with the swagger that you haven't got Rapper - Slash! - Slacker - Slash! - Slasher in a mackintosh See me gallop half-battered with a sack of snot Last seen last week staggering in Charing Cross Man I haven't washed since Champion Fraff dropped And what, I'll still ask your yat for a handjob! Damn what's the plan Bosh? [Ronnie Bosh] Can we reign terror Whoever butt the fam just made a grave error! [Jam Baxter] Yeah Contact Play The batest breys ever Onstage in a vacant state but stay fresher Tryna pon a yat like safe the name's Pleasure I can make your pasty face a shade redder Then I see her gwan some bately lame bredda But fuck it, he probably played the game better Yeah naturally I'm mashed till you just can't chat to me When I am like this Can't get mashed for free So just grab a gram and then skank with me Its goes like this Yeah standardly I'm mashed till you just can't chat to me When I am like this Can't get mashed for free So just grab a gram and then skank with me Its goes like this So it goes drink then, thumb then act like it never gwan Neck a jar, spend another tenner on your credit card Fuck it! Ain't like these years will ever last Smuggle in a bucket of cheap beer And get a glass Its getting dark as my hands get snottier Trying gets raxy the mans get cockier Head keeps spinning As my skank gets sloppier The sweat keeps dripping As the yats get soggier Come on officer please, its just sugar! And I ain't no creepy sleazy drug pusher I just wanna leave and sleep with some hooker But I'm punch drunk, hugging a greasy subwoofer Like damn! What happened to the bashment? Come to, but new, battered and abandoned Strapping up the anthem Flick it in your face Cause there ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of waste Now is there? Yeah naturally I'm mashed till you just can't chat to me When I am like this Can't get mashed for free So just grab a gram and then skank with me Its goes like this Yeah standardly I'm mashed till you just can't chat to me When I am like this Can't get mashed for free So just grab a gram and then skank with me Its goes like this It's like I swore I'd be good But I'm bored and it looks like I just ain't up to the test So I walk in the shubs with a score in my hood And a drug shaped lump in my crepes Well I'm the born freak Dribbling at your feed Spitting till my jaws bleed Living life pissed And we all keep swigging As we all keep dripping As the walls keep spinning like this like this like this So I stepped in the party all lah-de-dah With nasty ass garms cause I can't be arsed Cause bar for bar I'm harder than half the tarts That prance the stage at raves in armani scarfs The [?] starts And its all back to his gaff Sit mashed, dribbling and pissing in a bin-bag Wake up stinking and cringe as I think back Can't believe I did that man That shit's brassed