Smash Things Up

[Verse 1] I need to take a breather, these lemon cheese has gave me emphysema But what else are we to do to pass the time? Stuck your hand up for that dough, you don't have to ask me twice You've already been told like a battered wife with a blackened eye The game's full of dick-riders, it's so disgusting Get your 15 minutes, but then it’s over, young'un Your flow is something that you need to go and work on My bars are harder than wearing cufflinks with no shirt on I've had more units than a platinum album Lost track on em counting how many I've had in total My cup is full and I'm already acting antisocial But I'm 'bout to knock it back like a bad proposal Organised a flash mob just to run through the city Butt naked until they call the cops Is it just a warning shot? It's like my dick is laying on your tongue Cause I'm just giving you a little taste of what's to come [Hook] Broken glass all over the ground Mosh pitting with the bozos in the crowd Slime head [?], elbows to the mouth And if they ain't causing trouble then we're throwing em out Over and out, think I'm still smashed from last night We just act like we don't give a fuck You'll get put in a bag, zipped up, casket shut (I'll make you wanna smash things up) [Verse 2] Is this a long life or just a really slow death? Fuck it, I'm up early morning with the coke heads Doing drive-bys on the milkman on my moped Can't see me but they hear me coming like phone sex You're lying to yourself if you say my crew's losing Bitch, don't be pig-headed, I'm Duke Nukem Been here a while, you still ain't heard a style as fresh as mine These other MCs can't stand it like the test of time Stapling my foreskin to a table out of boredom Then I nail it to the floor while I'm tasering my balls I'll puke a home-made lasagna on your face while I'm performing Just so when you go away, you'll say I catered to my audience After the show, I sodomised a groupie Then made her call her parents and apologise profusely I'm on a hype, I drink till I think I know jujitsu Spin on my dome and kick you like Yoshimitsu [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm not tryin'a work with none of these lame artists I don't care if every song that you make's charted Your label make you rock nail varnish and shaved armpits I'm on some different shit, this is not for the faint-hearted Shit's madder than a midget in a wheelie bin With a fat kid sitting on the lid to keep him in Bow to your highness, Lunar C's a king The passing smoke will paralyse a passer-by who breathe it in Joint longer than a sloth's arm Got that sledgehammer flow known to smash every beat I touch Long-lost family and friends wanna know me now But tell me, where the fuck were you back when I needed drugs? We smash the centrepieces These ones can’t fuck with the team Hungry, we gun for the E Bullies with the belly and a bucket of beats Boy, best to run as fast as you can Going in like a pig with a battering ram