Supercalifradge

Stumbling on the beat like the tempo skipped I smoke weed ‘cause me and stress don't mix Like pissed off DJ's that got their headphones nicked You can't see me like a lesbo’s tits Bigger balls than a red clothed Crip Telling Suge Knight that Death Row’s shit I don't care if I’m a ten stone twig You’ll get hit with a kendo stick till your legs broke bitch Fuck your faggot aggy man the gang that famalam That get boo'd of stage ‘Cause you suck dick and act like your crew’s not gay With your eyes on the door like you were hit by the Boondock Saints I’m always in the booth but I’m back like it’s been a while With the meaner style than the paedophile That doesn’t even smile when he sees a child I went on a crazy night out with Amy Winehouse Took her and Blake to my house And gave them both a line of ket and shaved their eyebrows I work my fingers to the bones my shoes tear in the gravel Chafed by my gooch hair as I travel, I'm too lairy to battle I got the youth scared cause I strangle and bruise fairies that babble Just because you fell off like a fruitarian's apple. I’m from West Bowling where your shit will get stolen Even my Grandma can't remember when your doors could be left open Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Lunar's raps are masochistic ExP adds their dopeness Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Lunar's raps are masochistic ExP adds their dopeness