Lunar C, Lee Scott, Dirty Dike - Mate Of A Mate lyrics

Yo, just another sixteen about how
You copped a whip
Speaking about your watch and shit
Every song sounding like you're reading out
A shopping list
Reminded daily of all the trouble my
Mouth has got me in
'cause I've got an imprint of a
Sovereign ring on my chin
How come my Alzheimer's doesn't help
Me forget to smoke?
Joints fucking up my breath control
Sounds like I got shot up in the chest
And throat while I was getting stoned
And the fumes made the doctor forget
To sew up the exit holes
Stub it out and light another
Up before the smoke's stale
Your missus sucked me off while
Your kids cut my toenail
She ain't used to handling what I'm packing


Got her feeling like a fucking
Darts player with the javelin
Any nasty whore with half a
Brain can be a star as long as they've got a
Pussy and a camcorder
All these bitches need is hard
Dick and a father figure
But not in that exact order
Getting noticed like a stalker
With a squeaky shoe, peek-a boo
Make a tourist wish they didn't
Take the scenic route sticky smooth talker
I'm just tryna get dough
Ten rolls of fake rollies in the
Lining of my trench coat
I think it's time I took some time off
Maybe put my feet up and signed on
See me peering through my blinds
Thin beard like a china man
Spliff burns got my slippers
Looking like crocs
We don't high five and have group hugs
Fuck bitches and do drugs
To give her a few fucks
Got these internet trolls bitching
Like "You suck!
Stop rapping about weed and think
Of some new stuff!"
Bitch, stoned is the way that we walk
If they ain't smoking then show them
The way to the door
Don't leave home, it ain't safe anymore
Stop you with some bredrin
Stomp you out for mincing while
You're jogging in your jeggings

Your mouth dryer than the lint in my pocket
'cause I couldn't find a bottle of
Coke with God written on it
I need to smoke but the devil
On my shoulder used the
Chip for a spliff and didn't give me a whiff
My right shoulder's derelict
The angel's probably in heaven lit
So I rolled my sleeves
Up exposing every trick like fuck them
I could've left them in the
Book and the weather's judging
But, I don't give a fuck
Unless we're blunting up
Looking like a hundred bucks at least
Minus a few quid for drugs and sweets
Both eyes on the gwap and no time for a clock
Vanilla Jesus ghost riding a yacht
I float right to the top without trying
This coke mountain not Mount Zion
Uh, I sit still for a week
Making power moves
I'm crazy fly like Howard Hughes
I'm in it for the bitches plus paper
You say you're in it for the
Love but love hates ya
When life was like a succession of daydreams
I rap like I know we're
Going hard in the paint
It's going off like a petty bomb
To be honest I don't really like anyone
Apart from that I'm quite peaceful
I agree with everything Lord Jamar
Says about white people
I'm the Incredible Hulk in 3D
You need to sit on your hype
Man's shoulders just to see me
I'm drunk and seedy it's okay though
I'm only like three people away
From fucking Ri Ri
My mate's mates with A$AP son, it's true
My other mate's mate of a mate's
R kelly or something too
So I'm basically famous
Who the fuck are you?
If you aren't Blah Cult or Fly Tippers crew
Shut the fuck up

Yo, packing twenty bennies standing in
My shed of wellies
Revving motorbikes and handing
Out expensive tellies
Hanging from the ceiling is my
Rack of ten machetes
And I just remembered that
My dreams getting messy
Suffer, tryna stroke the cat backwards
With a soaking hand
Known for anti-social banter in my local town
Homeless now but when I've sobered down
I'll own a house
And pay a bunch of lonely chauffeurs
Just to show me round
Close your mouth but keep your eyes wide
Panicking
I fly by grappling a size nine mannequin
I spied happy in a timeline vanishing
Saddle on my swine as I glide by, galloping
I drink shattered wine glasses with a wench
And wonder which thirst this
Happy bastard's tryna quench
You're in it for the business plus status
I say I'm in it for some button-up trainers
Favours, I've done a few but not for you
So what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
So throw your emotions in
The motherfucking air just say the word
I'll go and punch the cunt who cut your hair
Your mate's mate's a mate's mate of a mate
But wait
Why'd you raise it if it ain't a debate?
You bloody basic bait waste of a break
Face the mistake and imitate
The faces you hate i skate within a state of
Brain pain and escape
And pour liquor down my face like
It's a pavement of graves
Mates, I'll be amazed if I was paid to behave
And spend every last penny on
A steak and a blade