Johnny Massacre - Get in the Kitchen lyrics

What's that fucking noise, man?
What's that fucking noise?
It's Johnny Massacre he's fucking coming!
He's fucking coming!

And then we do it like this
And then we do it like that
Welcome, to the sound of Massacre

Hey baby, I know you're not bitchin'
Be a good girl now, run down in the kitchen
(Run) down the stairs
Now she runnin' down the stairs what? (Run)
Runnin' down the stairs
Runnin' down the stairs

Hey baby, I know you're not bitchin'
Be a good girl now, run down in the kitchen
(Run) down the stairs
Now she runnin' down the stairs what? (Run)
Runnin' down the stairs
Runnin' down the stairs

Sometimes I feel like a Goodfella
Motherfucker sittin' round the dinner
Table tellin' lies
To my mother, and my lover
I cover my hands and my
Fingers up with rubber even when I dial my
Own motherfucking mailbox number
It's the least I can do
To keep from going under
It's not easy keeping dark secrets
Hide the blood on my hands before
My other hand sees it

Hey baby, I know you're not bitchin'
Be a good girl now, run down in the kitchen
(Run) down the stairs
Now she runnin' down the stairs what? (Run)
Runnin' down the stairs
Runnin' down the stairs

Hey baby, I know you're not bitchin'
Be a good girl now, run down in the kitchen
(Run) down the stairs
Now she runnin' down the stairs what? (Run)
Runnin' down the stairs
Runnin' down the stairs

I'm on the radars of the
Boys in the blue blazers
Who make noise when they chase us
Hoppin' over coffins in my white trainers
Ducking red and blue tracers in
All kinds of flavours

Slavers wanna jail and impale us
Innovators just for daring to be famous!
Dancing on the grave of you haters
(Mumbling) i date asian girls so they can't
Understand what I tell them
When the cops come to give 'em hell
Well done i keep my bitch on
Point like a Whale gun
To blow holes in you pricks like a rail gun
Shit! The cops keep coming
If my bitch is in the kitchen
Then these cops might not come in
Ha! My bitch is down for life
'S why i put my foot down
When I talk to my wife

Hey baby (Huh)
Be a good girl now, run down in the kitchen
(Run) down the stairs
Now she runnin' down the stairs what? (Run)
Runnin' down the stairs
Runnin' down the stairs

Hey baby, I know you're not bitchin'
Be a good girl now, run down in the kitchen
(Run) down the stairs
Now she runnin' down the stairs what? (Run)
Runnin' down the stairs
Runnin', runnin', runnin

We'll never fail 'cause we blaze
Trails in the spaces
Where the playa haters are too
Afraid to face this!
Teenagers wanna tape this
Sticking Instagram filters on our faces
Hashtagging our names in all kinds of places
The real racists are in the safe spaces!
I'm on top of the world! Like the glaciers:
I'm so cold

Right back in you mother
Fucking arse you pricks! Fucking anthem!
Who's rapping like this right now! Who!
Who's making beats like this right now!
No one! (I love you) Bullshit!
You don't like me? Well I don't
Like you either you bitches!
I'll still send you my tape though! Ha!

Hey baby be a good girl
Massacre