Scabman The Scauldy - Dryshites lyrics
[Scabman The Scauldy - Dryshites lyrics]
It's Northside until the bullets
Passing through me doing No handers down the
Road while blaring Luni
Cunts see me doing front wheelies
Haven't copped I'm bopping
Thinking these fucking tunes
Shouldn't free me i maybe give a rats daily
But, if I don't
I'll stab you with plastic like a Caf lady
Fat cunts be with their mates in an Apaches
If they fleece the bacon I'm
Putting blades in their hierarchies
I couldn't give a rats where you come from
Where I come from youngones are
The ones you run from
Flaking outside, next thing ye know your ex
Is on a mission to find you
Because of the broken Durex
Fuck that, I've no time for dealing with that
If I'd to support a child
I'd get back dealing and that
Rather sit back flake away
And start slagging fools
Flying through the scene like
Eggs on Santry avenue it's the youngfella
Coming with the tunes and the new chats
Yous are pulling a few gats
Like yous just seen 2Pac
If the game, was a game, I'd be winning it
Astounding
Egos like a blade I be swinging it
Around and
Not bailing on yiz, I got Scott aiming on yiz
(Facts)
Objectifiying birds I be moth shaming on this
Be in knots
Framing all yiz bout shite you didn't do
That's how it feels to be in the sight
Of a ridicule that's a thing I have to go
Through on a daily basis
I'm pure chuffed that lads on
This scene rate me, greatness
The thing I'm gonna aim for
Whatcha want fame for?
To be a push for the scene is
What I'm in the fucking game for
All I'm poxy doing's selling beats
And getting scores might
Raid the drawers wait outdoors be
Running streets with Coors light
When the time comes though
It's scripts over beer
Not spitting? Ye have me
Doing flips over here!
Listening to this I'm risen I'm
In this to stiffen shit
Christening all yiz and quizzing
Rippling the discipline
Ye fidgeting there? I'd be
Most couldn't be arsed but meself?
Here fuck it man, i tried me
Lazy little bollockses
Passing through me doing No handers down the
Road while blaring Luni
Cunts see me doing front wheelies
Haven't copped I'm bopping
Thinking these fucking tunes
Shouldn't free me i maybe give a rats daily
But, if I don't
I'll stab you with plastic like a Caf lady
Fat cunts be with their mates in an Apaches
If they fleece the bacon I'm
Putting blades in their hierarchies
I couldn't give a rats where you come from
Where I come from youngones are
The ones you run from
Flaking outside, next thing ye know your ex
Is on a mission to find you
Because of the broken Durex
Fuck that, I've no time for dealing with that
If I'd to support a child
I'd get back dealing and that
Rather sit back flake away
And start slagging fools
Flying through the scene like
Eggs on Santry avenue it's the youngfella
Coming with the tunes and the new chats
Yous are pulling a few gats
Like yous just seen 2Pac
If the game, was a game, I'd be winning it
Astounding
Egos like a blade I be swinging it
Around and
Not bailing on yiz, I got Scott aiming on yiz
(Facts)
Objectifiying birds I be moth shaming on this
Be in knots
Framing all yiz bout shite you didn't do
That's how it feels to be in the sight
Of a ridicule that's a thing I have to go
Through on a daily basis
I'm pure chuffed that lads on
This scene rate me, greatness
The thing I'm gonna aim for
Whatcha want fame for?
To be a push for the scene is
What I'm in the fucking game for
All I'm poxy doing's selling beats
And getting scores might
Raid the drawers wait outdoors be
Running streets with Coors light
When the time comes though
It's scripts over beer
Not spitting? Ye have me
Doing flips over here!
Listening to this I'm risen I'm
In this to stiffen shit
Christening all yiz and quizzing
Rippling the discipline
Ye fidgeting there? I'd be
Most couldn't be arsed but meself?
Here fuck it man, i tried me
Lazy little bollockses