Chester P, Deeizm - Spoonerised Minds lyrics

I dedicate this shit to Mr Spooner man
For the spoonerisms that run through
My mind frequently man
I've been doing this shit for years
And years and years man
I've been doing this shit way before you
Cats were even rapping and shit man
Spoonerising words here man, it's my thing yo

I came tonight like a watch
With the right time
Spoonerise most of these words and
Make a tight rhyme
I drag Braintax from train backs
Down the train tracks
Leave the bay packed out from my pay back
I slay tracks like a prison tray slacks
I bait snacks
Straight up I break snake backs
You're bait wack
I take weight back when I flutter-by


Flapping like the wings of
A mutated butterfly
Your mum and dad's dumb and
Mad at a heper's land
Once you're getting shook you're falling
Off like a leper's hand
I kill skills, my skill kills the format
With more fat than thin
Store raps like a rap strap
I do tai chi, then I drink chai tea
You don't wanna fight me like
Ten Ayia Napa G's
Eyes like the Japanese all try'na bite me
No matter who you might be you'll
Wanna see the back of P's
Just like a pack of bees
Or gang of crack heads, I hack creds
In a rat's head, leave your hats red
Raps that are not warm
Try'na say "What Norm?"
You don't wanna watch me I'm
Nasty like cock porn
Bars so hot when I spit I could pop corn
Spock warns just what spawns
From the right books

Life tooks souls where the
Heights look too high
Spoonerisms, listen to the news cry
Fronting like you're hard cause you
Know you're little crew's nigh
I do chicks who chew dicks out in Shanghai
And if you're too embarrassed then the
Lot of you can hang shy
Your band sank in the sand bank of slow sales
Razor-sharp toenails
Leave you all with no tails
I know you've heard about the
Beggars and the chooser
Me, I'm into bars like it's
Chequers and the boozer
And the bed taker chicks in
Stilts and Ted Baker
Lick brains on Brick Lane for red papers
Ped rapers, took your ped and said "laters"
It's a mixed up kettle of fish
The bread haters bread frakers
Who break bread to tread waiters
And some guys get in a mess and wed traitors
Still rock snap-crackle-pop from the hilltop
With ten sick bres who strap
Glocks and go until hop
I thrive on a pack of lies, in this life
If I run into a lack of pies, it's buck fever
Some kids only exist to fuck beaver
And you never wanna trust in
Life or luck neither
It's iller than the lion's den
Realer a crying fam' swimming in the flames
It was safer in a frying pan plenty chicks
They ain't really gonna take your shit
Some are having fit's just for telling
Her to "shake yer tit's" and some are nasty
Their words'll come and tease your ears
Some'll see your pain and wanna
Come and ease your tears
And some'll leave you like
Your pole need surgery
Some are angelic but my soul needs purgery
It gets gritty in my Tale of Two Cities
Where there's young girls pushing the
Sale of two titties
Words are like braille for the blind
There's few nifty kids who hate school
But love the new fifty
Me, I wanna boot rears
Sipping on a root beer
Cry for the few dear friends, never do fear
Anywhere I go, best believe I keep you near
The numbers might change but it's
Never been a new year rebel in a flat cap
Drugs through your cat flat
And rats pack cracks in the
Cleavage on Pat's rack
I grill beef where the kids
Call me 'Bill Grief'
Still keep bars high-priced cause
I kill street dreams in the streets
You're weak and you lack punch
Even back in school you'd be
Robbed for your packed lunch
I'm getting heated
Best to go and take a shower
Spoonerisms, big enough to take a tower

Tell a friend, tell a foe
Tell your trusted dogs
When I'm coming I'll be running
With some dusted trogs
And they'll be coming with the
Anger and the tool-kit
Life's a bitch but she got
A pair of cool tit's

You've got it all back to front
You've got it all twisted
You've got it all inside out