Bucket Kicker

Come on then you fuckpigs let's have a fucking go

Put 20p in the swear jar you shitting fuckhouse

Now in my younger days I used to kick your face

And take pills in a field in this little rave

No skills, no appeal, just a tin of paint

And no frills to reveal if it's real or fake

Both hands wrapped 'round my gary sack

So fantastic that a man colllapsed

It's only bad practice that I'm happy at

Stand back and watch me stab a smack dagger down your back

I'm about, come and catch me if you counteract

I'll wash you up and shot you off to punters like an ounce of crack

Bag scratching, I'm done with that

I've had mad practice, I'm a cunt for that

Perhaps. I bounce back like a rubber cock

Nothing lost but the trouble that I was forgot

Double drop, couple shots then I'm fucking off

I gotta see a man about anothеr dog

When I kick the bucket you'll find a bunch of needlеs in my cupboard

'Cos I been keeping heat for this bucket

Motherfuck a subject, I talk about a rubber cunt in public

And twitch like I'm drugged up and bump another subject

And I don't give a fuck I never have

I'll chop your nuts off and stuff 'em in a motherfucking leather bag

Slag, I can't lie that's my favourite sound

I say it out without the hatred that you make it 'bout

I'm a walking example of don't agree

I speak to those who push you to know what you're supposed to be

Your social media screaming a broken dream

Where you don't believe in jokes but there's coke all over your screen

I mean I never tried to be mean

But I mean it when I tried to be obscene

I mean it when I say I tried to lead a drug dealer's life for free

Im used to the fucking dynamite and leave

I made a banger front to back, and another one

And another one, in fact I made a ton of songs

And every one's a heated council flat with the oven on

Shit, I even made a stack off a rubbish one

Shut the fuck up cunt, what the fuck is wrong?

Get your finger out my butter and just run along

It's your mum you need a cuddle from

You don't belong inside the dungeon that I'm coming from

When I kick the bucket you'll find a bunch of needles in my cupboard

'Cos I been keeping heat for this bucket

Motherfuck a subject, I talk about a rubber cunt in public

And twitch like I'm drugged up and bump another subject

And I don't give a fuck I never have

I'll chop your nuts off and stuff 'em in a motherfucking leather bag

Slag, I can't lie that's my favourite sound

I say it out without the hatred that you make it 'bout