Who told you he’s not the shit? Well, a bloody liar he is
If I had my way I’d tell the truth, I’d let them rot But unfortunately, it’s not, fuck off This is so easy I love this shit but I’m almost bored I could write one of these every month But to give them a chance I only wrote four, cor Man are not training They’re not ready for the levels of Shaolin That’s almost an hour of bars, my dog None of which is on my albums And I got six, and I write books and plays and scripts Still find time to go teach in the bits Who told you that he’s not the shit? Well, a bloody liar he is