Roachee - SITH Lord (Roach Material) lyrics
[Roachee - SITH Lord Roach Material lyrics]
Yo, yo, yo
Look who it isn't
Yes Mr Roach is still itching
This is abnormal living
And I give them all the shivers
I'm like a shark amongst fishes
And I still get daft with the biscuit
Don't get me started, I won't finish
None of you arses could ever merk Richard
I've drafted a hitlist you was asking for it
Giving it the biggun so a 64 got written
I'm not around hugs and kisses
I'm around thugs and prison
Blud, you mugs better listen
I'll make a pass at your missus
I don't give a ras, I'll play my position
SITH Lord, selling smack for cash
Bangers and mash snatch a stash
A Rasta gash sITH Lord, I'm black, I'm black
Wrap some cats kicked and slapped
Trackies and hats
SITH Lord, means I'm still in the hood
Delivering draws
Ain't got money, I'm sticking him for it
Blood spilling in war
Thugged and unremorsive guns on my doorstep
Another boy just got 24 years
No chance of a mortgage
Just bums and paupers
SITH Lord, a real gritty performance
Selling pills in the toilets to pay the
Bills the landlord's due in the morning
Bill a zoot in Laura's if she's indoors
It's not a three course ting
Just chips and curry sauces
Some of em just can't afford it
SITH Lord, headgone recordings
I do the graveyard shift
While everybody's kipping
A 9 to 5 just seems to be a mission
So I'm out here slinging while
The birds are singing, trying to get it in
Whizzing around, dishing out the dinner
Kitties getting thinner
Pockets getting bigger
It's a cold world we live in
Winter season, the conditions horrific
I was the only man that stood in the blizzard
I hang around with gorillas
Some of my goons are prolific
This is not tunes and lyrics
It's what we do for a living
Rinse the clip until the clip's finished
Check my CV if you think I'm kidding
Look who it isn't
Yes Mr Roach is still itching
This is abnormal living
And I give them all the shivers
I'm like a shark amongst fishes
And I still get daft with the biscuit
Don't get me started, I won't finish
None of you arses could ever merk Richard
I've drafted a hitlist you was asking for it
Giving it the biggun so a 64 got written
I'm not around hugs and kisses
I'm around thugs and prison
Blud, you mugs better listen
I'll make a pass at your missus
I don't give a ras, I'll play my position
SITH Lord, selling smack for cash
Bangers and mash snatch a stash
A Rasta gash sITH Lord, I'm black, I'm black
Wrap some cats kicked and slapped
Trackies and hats
SITH Lord, means I'm still in the hood
Delivering draws
Ain't got money, I'm sticking him for it
Blood spilling in war
Thugged and unremorsive guns on my doorstep
Another boy just got 24 years
No chance of a mortgage
Just bums and paupers
SITH Lord, a real gritty performance
Selling pills in the toilets to pay the
Bills the landlord's due in the morning
Bill a zoot in Laura's if she's indoors
It's not a three course ting
Just chips and curry sauces
Some of em just can't afford it
SITH Lord, headgone recordings
I do the graveyard shift
While everybody's kipping
A 9 to 5 just seems to be a mission
So I'm out here slinging while
The birds are singing, trying to get it in
Whizzing around, dishing out the dinner
Kitties getting thinner
Pockets getting bigger
It's a cold world we live in
Winter season, the conditions horrific
I was the only man that stood in the blizzard
I hang around with gorillas
Some of my goons are prolific
This is not tunes and lyrics
It's what we do for a living
Rinse the clip until the clip's finished
Check my CV if you think I'm kidding