Smithy Boy Solo Rap 1 by Smithy Boy Lyrics
Prelude
You obviously know Smiffy Boi
DMH, can't forget you man!
You called me a cancer bag and everything
You're meant to be my fans and that, man
Buh no, you don't respect me
You ready man?
First one in long time!
People who actually like me, fair play
Yo, coz you don't have to like me
If you don't man, you don't have to spite me
Don't give a crap man, look at you kid
Look in your boxers, you got bare skids man
Coz your Gran's on the phone
I'll tell you one thing man, you're just like Tyrone
Don't give a crap man showing the camera
That's it man, coz I'm just like after ya
After ya like the what man mafia
That's it man coz I'm bout change
When I pull man I pull no rapping, whooping, like I rod damn chains
Don't give a crap man coz I'll put you in the what cage
Coz I'm just like what man smoking uh, middle age
Coz I'm going in a castle
That's it man come to your house bring you bare hassle
Don't give a crap
If you don't believe me, petrol bomb through the cat-flap
That's it man coz I'm going for the front, if it don't really matter then don't spark that blunt
Coz that's it man, coz my cousin's up town you better be good
When I said that is true, blud, coz you know what man's gotta go through
This and that
That's it man coz I don't wanna take the piss out of their own boys
Coz I come to the shit man, come to the back with the boys in the house
Just wanna fuck smack man
Climb on the line man, climb on the mouth
That's it man coz I'm mickey mouse
Coz I go for the back, coz these bars are so fucking sick
When I come round the corner, man be like "oh you wanna suck my dick?"
No I don't coz I'm not gay
Come round the corner like hip hip hooray man
Coz the party's started, and I call man a cunt and your mum keeps farting
Yo, coz my life is about to change
Well I tell you one thing man, I'm just like "fucking hell, get hit by a train"
Don't give a crap man jump on the track coz you know what boys I'm on back
I'm back with the DMH swear down blud I do this all day!
Coz I'm ready for the beat
When I walk round these ends like what man
I own these streets
Rollin pimped up man just like Saints Row 4
Coz I'll tell you one thing man
BOOM off your door
Just look at this man it's the Job Centre Plus
You're just sitting in your house or on the fucking red bus
Coz I don't give a crap if you take the piss out of me
Coz I'll come to your yard, I'm on your TV man
That's it man coz I'm gonna be famous
But you're just sitting on your sofa bare shameless
I don't give a crap, if you don't believe me man that is bad
Bad luck or what man rap to the back, that's it man coz I go back to the back man
Back to the back, bop to the three, come to your yard and rob your TV man
Coz you're just like what Andy Sheeman
SB Production man ey man
Coz we're just like round here
Coz you're sipping out the what man Jack Daniels, it's bare beer
Coz you talk bout alcohol, to the fresh Jack that's swift
Coz you know all my boys
About back to the back to the one to the floor, that's it boom click off your door
Boom boom click
Reload the fucking mag
Coz you told her one thing man you'll come to these ends and you must be fucking mad
*Smithy turns around and looks behind the camera*
Coz look at this man she's shouting for her fucking kids
When you look in her boxers man it's just bare skids!
Coz that's it man I'm just like a fucking actor
That's it man you're just like what man wanna be a fucking tractor
I'm all over your class alone and fucking farm
I'll tell you what man you better not self harm
Coz you're just man cutting your wrists well I'll tell you one thing man you must be PISSED
You obviously know Smiffy Boi
DMH, can't forget you man!
You called me a cancer bag and everything
You're meant to be my fans and that, man
Buh no, you don't respect me
You ready man?
First one in long time!
People who actually like me, fair play
Yo, coz you don't have to like me
If you don't man, you don't have to spite me
Don't give a crap man, look at you kid
Look in your boxers, you got bare skids man
Coz your Gran's on the phone
I'll tell you one thing man, you're just like Tyrone
Don't give a crap man showing the camera
That's it man, coz I'm just like after ya
After ya like the what man mafia
That's it man coz I'm bout change
When I pull man I pull no rapping, whooping, like I rod damn chains
Don't give a crap man coz I'll put you in the what cage
Coz I'm just like what man smoking uh, middle age
Coz I'm going in a castle
That's it man come to your house bring you bare hassle
Don't give a crap
If you don't believe me, petrol bomb through the cat-flap
That's it man coz I'm going for the front, if it don't really matter then don't spark that blunt
Coz that's it man, coz my cousin's up town you better be good
When I said that is true, blud, coz you know what man's gotta go through
This and that
That's it man coz I don't wanna take the piss out of their own boys
Coz I come to the shit man, come to the back with the boys in the house
Just wanna fuck smack man
Climb on the line man, climb on the mouth
That's it man coz I'm mickey mouse
Coz I go for the back, coz these bars are so fucking sick
When I come round the corner, man be like "oh you wanna suck my dick?"
No I don't coz I'm not gay
Come round the corner like hip hip hooray man
Coz the party's started, and I call man a cunt and your mum keeps farting
Yo, coz my life is about to change
Well I tell you one thing man, I'm just like "fucking hell, get hit by a train"
Don't give a crap man jump on the track coz you know what boys I'm on back
I'm back with the DMH swear down blud I do this all day!
Coz I'm ready for the beat
When I walk round these ends like what man
I own these streets
Rollin pimped up man just like Saints Row 4
Coz I'll tell you one thing man
BOOM off your door
Just look at this man it's the Job Centre Plus
You're just sitting in your house or on the fucking red bus
Coz I don't give a crap if you take the piss out of me
Coz I'll come to your yard, I'm on your TV man
That's it man coz I'm gonna be famous
But you're just sitting on your sofa bare shameless
I don't give a crap, if you don't believe me man that is bad
Bad luck or what man rap to the back, that's it man coz I go back to the back man
Back to the back, bop to the three, come to your yard and rob your TV man
Coz you're just like what Andy Sheeman
SB Production man ey man
Coz we're just like round here
Coz you're sipping out the what man Jack Daniels, it's bare beer
Coz you talk bout alcohol, to the fresh Jack that's swift
Coz you know all my boys
About back to the back to the one to the floor, that's it boom click off your door
Boom boom click
Reload the fucking mag
Coz you told her one thing man you'll come to these ends and you must be fucking mad
*Smithy turns around and looks behind the camera*
Coz look at this man she's shouting for her fucking kids
When you look in her boxers man it's just bare skids!
Coz that's it man I'm just like a fucking actor
That's it man you're just like what man wanna be a fucking tractor
I'm all over your class alone and fucking farm
I'll tell you what man you better not self harm
Coz you're just man cutting your wrists well I'll tell you one thing man you must be PISSED