Cream Of The Crop

I'd walk it but it's raining
Bit my fingers at the stop
It's heaving
Bus feels like it's breathing, wheezing
Stuffed crust
Cupboard circus, shithouse
Who wants a Ben's cookie not me
I want a poo
Who's going for a pizza stuffed crust
Can't we get it from a shipping container
Close my eyes at night and I think about massive small businesses
I want them to go bankrupt
Are they gone?
Mate, have they fuck I fucking wish
???
He's alright, no he's fucking not have you seen him
???
Find me a worse atmosphere and I'll PayPal you a grand
It's crap schematics
9 pound chips make it fucking quick
Make it dead
Faces like a shit hat club
Yeah man
Naughty sauce
Dirty fries
Street food
Snack box
Shitbox
Thick cunt
Shit shoes on purpose
What do you want
What you even like
Here's 5 Lampshades
Paper paper paper
Knobhead knobhead knobhead
Do you know what? (do you know what?)
It turns me into one (it turns me into one)
He says see you later man
Take care
I say fuck off
Don't tell me what to do
These fucking nothing blokes calling the shots
What's my flavour?
Whatever your flavour isn't mate
Do me a favour take my life savings
Piss yourself off to the Grand Prix
Have a lie down I've been dreaming about it
Formula one car ripping your body to shreds
Your bottom half's gone
He's got a guitar he's got a haircut
I'm fucking bitter
Course I am
You don't have a clue
Give me negative mental attitude
It's more than crap it's bad news genuinely
It's fucking cream of the crop
If the crop was absolutely terrible
Yeah (yeah)
Eyeballing me like Mike wazowski
Keep up with that you'll be doing it without me
Kick the door down got my own house key
You're in my head
Garden shed
Curtain twitching novice
Chuck a brick through my front window
Don't think I won't mate I fucking will