"Mosh Pit" lyrics
(O- hnarr)
(Gehy)
What's up?
Took a little break out the game
And a couple fellas saying that I lost it
Can't wait 'til the lockdown's lifted
Boy I turn the pub to a mosh pit
Car gel straight to the caff
Get a number sixteen and a plate full of mash
It's Christmas time, tell 'er "Play with my sack"
Got a nice bit of dog and it came in a pack
Got a nice bit of dog and I'm strongin' that whirl
Make 'em walk past, like "What is that smell?"
Got 'em all guessing what I'm gonna do next
You can call me Chuck Berry 'cause you never can tell
Gotta stay sharp boy I'm unpredictable
Had a little blast with a brass from Whitstable
Had a few chances, you passed, you missed the ball
Ram it in 'er arse, make 'er fart and fist 'em all (Pfff)
Ah, there it goes, look, can't stop swearing
Wigglin' the cheeks and I can't stop staring
Rippin' that jig, yeah I can't stop tearing
Get your coat off, don't care what you're wearing
Have a little blast, I don't need a love
I'll make a tune out of a night (Hoh!) I don't need a month
I only want a little puff, I don't need a blunt
And what you on about? (We're just on about cheese, 'ya cunt)
(Barr-barr-barr-barr-barr)
Get jiggy-jiggy, tell 'er walk home later
Ram 'er with the spud, yeah full blown 'tata (Oh)
Slappin' that chav when I smash 'er from the back
Then I'll stick it on 'er mother like the Wealdstone Raider (Ah, give it 'ere)
Ah, you want some or what, my baby?
Chicken in the pot, let it mix like gravy
She like the way I'm spitting, yeah she call me Slim Shady
I know she'd take a bullet for a fella, Jim Brady (Jimbo)
Took a little break out the game
And a couple fellas saying that I lost it
Can't wait 'til the lockdown's lifted
Boy I turn the pub to a mosh pit
Car gel straight to the caff
Get a number sixteen and a plate full of mash
It's Christmas time, tell 'er "Play with my sack"
Got a nice bit of dog and it came in a pack
Got a nice bit of-
Drop another banger boy
I've got 'em all anticipating
Got no time to waste, gotta make it back
You know I'm sick of waiting
I don't really care about your silly favourite rapper
Get him in it, with the Kaga
And the pad, and I'll eliminate him
What I got to do to get it through to you
I'll get it popping, catapult
I'll come and take his eyelid
And fatty come in twenty
Turn the bass, I'll tell a fella get the topping
I can bury your career and I don't even need a coffin
I can bury you without a casket
Gel to the fridge, I just found a Cali
Who you getting loud to, I beg your pardon?
On the marketplace, I just found a bargain (Good deal)
(A-) A nice little Vauxhall combo
Seats in the back, better go and let John know
Bars of the flow make the fella do the Congo
Big fat chav, let me beat it like a bongo
Whole life went left, but I'm getting it right
Yeah I had to deal with the cunts that I didn't even like
And don't worry about the Murray, you can get it tonight
I tell a fella, ("Let's go!"), Dillian Whyte
I don't know who you think you are
Give a fuck about your ego
Run up on a fella, "Fuck you" like Cee-lo
Wind that back, get ready for the reload
Pull up on a push bike, Wayfield Evo
Pull up on a push bike, whip out me 'nana
In the back seat of a Nissan Navara
'Av a little toot, then I whip out the larger
Me phone's gone dead, tell 'er "Whip out the charger"
But I'm screamin' at KAD "gimme more, gimme more"
Gavvers outside, hit the floor, hit the floor
Fella tried sayin' that she ain't that bad
Said "leave off boy, she's an 'ore, she's an 'ore"
Took a little break out the game
And a couple fellas saying that I lost it
Can't wait 'til the lockdown's lifted
Boy I turn the pub to a mosh pit
Car gel straight to the caff
Get a number sixteen and a plate full of mash
It's Christmas time, tell 'er "Play with my sack"
Got a nice bit of dog and it came in a pack
She came in a pack, boy
She didn't come in no poxy little bag, she came in a pack
Thirty-five bucks for a three-five
(Ha-haha)
(Gehy)
(Gehy)
What's up?
Took a little break out the game
And a couple fellas saying that I lost it
Can't wait 'til the lockdown's lifted
Boy I turn the pub to a mosh pit
Car gel straight to the caff
Get a number sixteen and a plate full of mash
It's Christmas time, tell 'er "Play with my sack"
Got a nice bit of dog and it came in a pack
Got a nice bit of dog and I'm strongin' that whirl
Make 'em walk past, like "What is that smell?"
Got 'em all guessing what I'm gonna do next
You can call me Chuck Berry 'cause you never can tell
Gotta stay sharp boy I'm unpredictable
Had a little blast with a brass from Whitstable
Had a few chances, you passed, you missed the ball
Ram it in 'er arse, make 'er fart and fist 'em all (Pfff)
Ah, there it goes, look, can't stop swearing
Wigglin' the cheeks and I can't stop staring
Rippin' that jig, yeah I can't stop tearing
Get your coat off, don't care what you're wearing
Have a little blast, I don't need a love
I'll make a tune out of a night (Hoh!) I don't need a month
I only want a little puff, I don't need a blunt
And what you on about? (We're just on about cheese, 'ya cunt)
(Barr-barr-barr-barr-barr)
Get jiggy-jiggy, tell 'er walk home later
Ram 'er with the spud, yeah full blown 'tata (Oh)
Slappin' that chav when I smash 'er from the back
Then I'll stick it on 'er mother like the Wealdstone Raider (Ah, give it 'ere)
Ah, you want some or what, my baby?
Chicken in the pot, let it mix like gravy
She like the way I'm spitting, yeah she call me Slim Shady
I know she'd take a bullet for a fella, Jim Brady (Jimbo)
Took a little break out the game
And a couple fellas saying that I lost it
Can't wait 'til the lockdown's lifted
Boy I turn the pub to a mosh pit
Car gel straight to the caff
Get a number sixteen and a plate full of mash
It's Christmas time, tell 'er "Play with my sack"
Got a nice bit of dog and it came in a pack
Got a nice bit of-
Drop another banger boy
I've got 'em all anticipating
Got no time to waste, gotta make it back
You know I'm sick of waiting
I don't really care about your silly favourite rapper
Get him in it, with the Kaga
And the pad, and I'll eliminate him
What I got to do to get it through to you
I'll get it popping, catapult
I'll come and take his eyelid
And fatty come in twenty
Turn the bass, I'll tell a fella get the topping
I can bury your career and I don't even need a coffin
I can bury you without a casket
Gel to the fridge, I just found a Cali
Who you getting loud to, I beg your pardon?
On the marketplace, I just found a bargain (Good deal)
(A-) A nice little Vauxhall combo
Seats in the back, better go and let John know
Bars of the flow make the fella do the Congo
Big fat chav, let me beat it like a bongo
Whole life went left, but I'm getting it right
Yeah I had to deal with the cunts that I didn't even like
And don't worry about the Murray, you can get it tonight
I tell a fella, ("Let's go!"), Dillian Whyte
I don't know who you think you are
Give a fuck about your ego
Run up on a fella, "Fuck you" like Cee-lo
Wind that back, get ready for the reload
Pull up on a push bike, Wayfield Evo
Pull up on a push bike, whip out me 'nana
In the back seat of a Nissan Navara
'Av a little toot, then I whip out the larger
Me phone's gone dead, tell 'er "Whip out the charger"
But I'm screamin' at KAD "gimme more, gimme more"
Gavvers outside, hit the floor, hit the floor
Fella tried sayin' that she ain't that bad
Said "leave off boy, she's an 'ore, she's an 'ore"
Took a little break out the game
And a couple fellas saying that I lost it
Can't wait 'til the lockdown's lifted
Boy I turn the pub to a mosh pit
Car gel straight to the caff
Get a number sixteen and a plate full of mash
It's Christmas time, tell 'er "Play with my sack"
Got a nice bit of dog and it came in a pack
She came in a pack, boy
She didn't come in no poxy little bag, she came in a pack
Thirty-five bucks for a three-five
(Ha-haha)
(Gehy)
