Merky ACE - Bussdowns lyrics

Yeah can't tell you 'bout bussdowns
But tell you 'bout head bustings ay, look

Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But, I can tell you about head bustings
'Cause, I done indulged in such things
Man thought they were fly ‘til I cut wings
Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But, I can tell about head bustings
I Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But, I can tell about head bustings

The buj smells disgusting
And the knife looks like it’s rusting
That’s raw on my Levi Jeans front
Not icing sugar dusting
If the Feds bust in they ain’t gonna
Be hearing I put Victoria sponge in
Like I just took a dump I’m flushing
In an officer’s face I’m chuckling
Like "better luck next time you dirty pig
Should’ve been in a pack of pork scratchings"
Soon as I get free, I’m back in
Finna roll ‘round thеre with a mad ting
Yeah you might get monеy but
You ain’t like me
My brain cells need re mapping
'Cause, I’d rather do drills than trapping
Gimme a hundred large I’ll whack him
Better yet I’ll do it for 80, 75
See what I’m like
Don’t ask why my man ain’t dead yet
Cah' we already tried me, myself and I
Is all man bloodclart need when
It’s time to ride
Tryna turn man Casper (Ay, ay, ay)
Better yet poltergeist
Tryna put man’s face on the paper front
Did you see it 'pon the yellow sign
Riding reclined in a long black
Whip with your family behind, crying
(Yes) in due time
The who, what, what’s and spit's
Like say fish was frying not tuna in brine
Bun up your fucking dick tryna put it
Back on your waist about cooling time
Bruck up your friendem cah they’re involved
Mash up your gyal even though she ain’t
Beef me, that’s all Long like Shane
Cah' manna demon i ain’t no saint
Cats calls me Max or call me Shane
Mashing up membranes with crack cocaine
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Mashing up membranes with crack co-
Fucking hell, what a dirty word
Wake up, pray that we don’t get bird
Me be broke? Nah that’s absurd
Hit frontline, start fucking up kerb
Weed in my zoot, not spice or sherm
In the dirt back like a fucking earthworm
Make them gauge, manna make them gurn
Manna make them gauge manna make them gurn

Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But, I can tell you about head bustings
'Cause, I done indulged in such things
Man thought they were fly ‘til i cut wings
Man put them back if you’re
Running up your trap
With a halo to accompany
I need Queen Elizabeth’s company
So I might do man dirty
Keep up with skull-duggery fuckery
Deal with the stain like Daz
Or Persil liquid tabs hot head
Never been content with just dribs and drabs
Start with a Q with a aim
Of touching bricks and slabs
Last time you was in a cut
Is when you was picking scabs
You chase her 'cause she got a butt
I pursue it to put drugs in vag
Said I had rice and curry
You’re a fool if you thought
I meant Taste of Raj
Hit them sales in my clear
Glasses tryna look lij, eyes ain’t bad
Gyal strip like she’s hot and flustered
Cah man’s hustlers everyting cushty
Everyting mustard coming in clusters
Got it direct from a geezer but i got
Taught how to cook it by rustlers
At your own risk put your
Weed on them Tanitas man put stuff on it
Bitch so bad she will jump off the ‘ood
She’s riding just to suck on it
I like it but if we’re talking ‘bout
Money then like McDonald’s I’m loving it
If she didn’t plug this food and bag
This horse I wouldn’t even trouble it
Man made your monthly wage, splashed it
Maintained, went HAM then doubled it
Don’t get involved in big man convo
I barricade the door when
The water’s bubbling
We ain’t making chicken alfonso
After I nut, I cut, no cuddling
Ima just pick up this phone
While I get this brain she’s tryna go harder
Tryna make me muddle out what I’m saying
By jerking her jaw side faster
To her it’s a game but money haffi mek
And the phones dem haffi get answer
Still got Shania Twain and I got Lady Gaga
Get crashed up
Mis-shape up if I drive by and
See you in the barbers
Take man’s food and P’s for dinner
Retaliate? Life is afters
Villainous grafters
Don’t go anywhere without chargers
I can’t stay if there’s no reception
And I love move like Bushkin, Fonti
Mighty Mo man’s heartless
Locking off dances
Suttin’ haffi dead, that’s corpse and carcass
Try touch, get touched like cactus
Actors, they should win BAFTAs

Can’t tell you about bussdowns
But, I can tell you about head bustings