DEAD THAT

Listen, all you people

You business men

You waffle too fucking much, okay?

Dead it, dead it

I don't wanna hear it

Shut the fuck up

B-b-business chat, just waffle

Dead that, uh

All these cliques just awful

Dead that, uh

You think your immortal

Dead that, uh

Business chat, just waffle

Dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead, dead, dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead, dead, dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead, dead, dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead, dead, dead...

Hold tight, LS, that’s certain

Plenty cliques are shit, we just merk 'em

Shit parents are crying, you hurt 'em

Pull up, get a pole to ya head and that's curtains

You might just get cheffed then your dead

Fuck the finger prints, I’ll leave the fucking cheff in your head

Use my two-tone creps to fuckin' stamp out your neck

Then I’ll test your pulse just to check your dead

Then I’m skirting, skrt

I might go missing, uh, help

You might go missing too

I might just tie you up

And leave you in the boot

You think I’m lying, huh?

Well, that would just be rude

Yeah, I’m lying, uh

Wait, nah, nah, I'm not lying, nah

I think there's something wrong with my mind

It don’t take a scientist to find out that I’m fucking insane

B-b-business chat, just waffle

Dead that, uh

All these cliques just awful

Dead that, uh

You think your immortal

Dead that, uh

Business chat, just waffle

Dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead, dead, dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead, dead, dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead, dead, dead that

Dead that, dead that

Dead, dead, dead...