Verse 1:

Black holes in your mouth
Go scowl till you drown
Nicotine stained teeth you the clowns that Finn hates
The dinner plates filled to the brim
Grease stained on your chin
The amalgams off
Slicing taraxacum watch these bastards come in hoards you been fighting off omens when you Laugh and cough
well known laughing stock
Crashing on a beat
You been laughing off of trees
Polliwog State meet a lollipop fate
When your popping off toddling to oligarch mates the estate darkplace No Garth
I’ve been swerving in a go kart gargling Slushie whilst Tripping of a mushie see
Softer than my plushies be
Gushing blood meat huff and puff then I’m pushing out portions
Scribbling images distorted whilst Martha muppet in the room where Zippy be
Hippy hippy shake
I’ve been sat in a chippy mate
Greasy spoon nibbles tucking pickles into shitty papes
Pickpocket nicking all the minifigures in a bigger place
No Twist but you gotta pick a pocket or too
BoJo string him up by his ho joes
Go go gadget with a hatchet he a no show wonder what the fuck we’re gonna do
Fuck we gonna do

Chorus:

And it’s alright
Right?
What else can I say they
(Seem to be having their way)

Verse 2:

We some rowdy octopuses in Planktopoless
Place is populated by a Stephen King Omnibus
Calling off searches the kraken gonna take care of all of us
ITS A METAPHOR
Bruh I’m Hodkinsinowa
Ad spoke these words about the boy that's never going far
He been dreaming about raiding coke palaces in Borgata with Escobar
Talking miromete with Konata
Bakugan roller on a falling star
I'm Stuck inside a bubble that’s been popping every minute
Ronny rapping bout hadron colliders whilst tossing old linen on a pile next to old tubes of acrylic
Hoping one day me and him gonna own a car
Never gonna happen
Gonna keep rapping till everything falls apart
Chapped fingers off an ocarina
Chaps pissed watching philomena
An old dreamer
Everything hurts growth spurts all wert me and Greg came to burgle you’re turts
Imbalance of power every hour is an old reaper
Big beasts you a gold schemer
Timelords on the tele and my belly hurts
Can’t breathe bruh
Can it get any worse?


Chorus

Fuck UK weather bruh