"Kitchen Captain" lyrics
Elro, Devilman & Mr Traumatik Lyrics
(feat. vibe chemistry)
Kitchen captain
Six in the morning tryna get bags in (fuck sake)
I get the packs in
I put the text out, bring a few slags in (wow)
I got the weed and when I start leaving
You can get snacks in
I like to watch nature films and cry
Cause I find it relaxing (yeah)
Six foot three
But built like a seniors netball captain
I got a gut like a pregnant bird on stilts
You could say that I'm fattening
I rap about weed most days
So 10/10 plugs send packs in
I used to sniff gifted cocaine quick
'Till my chest would collapse
Dirty girls, I'm attracting
Anorexic ones and fat tings
They want me to teach them tantric sex
But who wants to know who's asking?
I leave your girlfriend panting
Screaming, sweating, gasping
I leave her cervix hurting so much
Now she's swallowing aspirin
I spit dirty bars
I do that with ease
Grimy
Like a big mac with cheese
Some of these MCs
Are irritating like cats and fleas
I used to cell CDs and MP3s
And packs of weed
Everybody knows my face
But I don't livestream like IShowSpeed
I used to have plenty of grades
Wrapping up blunts, 20 a day
I used to go raving and fuck hoes
Buzzing my tits off of MDMA
My willy was bendy and grey
You can ask Lily and Wendy and Faye
I'm a dirty horrible cunt
Just lock me up now and send me away
I used to drink lukewarm Pimm's
No mix for the bottle at midday
I used to tick bags and fags off mates
You could say I was a pisstake
I used to claim that I get paid
Next day, and say there was a mistake
I used to text ten plus birds
Cause I figured that I had a shit hit rate
If I do drugs, I binge
Don't like Mormons, find them cringe
I don't mean to moan or whinge
Can't shag her, she had awkward minge
They say I'm the awkward king
I feel all tight like a weighted spring
I just eyeball two 3.5s like a trap by
I am the portion king
I'm a king, my flow is royal
Don't piss me off or make my blood boil
If you try like rugby, it could get ugly
And I don't mean a gargoyle
I used to sell cannabis oil
And grow my crops in organic soil
Sell fifty z's of Swiss blue cheese
In 0.6, ten bags in foil
When it comes to the cocaine preference
I like the fire like moths
I would lay in my pants all day
Then cry, then turn to a [?]
I like the narco import white
But it made me soft
I'm in the leaves all day
Now cooking to my wood like sloths
I used to roll up
Smoke big fat joints in my school playground
When I took Class A's
I started racing around like a greyhound
I realized that I was young and stupid
Now that I finally came round
I used to sniff random powder
Start making strange sounds
Kitchen captain
Six in the morning tryna get bags in (fuck sake)
I get the packs in
I put the text out, bring a few slags in (wow)
I got the weed and when I start leaving
You can get snacks in
I like to watch nature films and cry
Cause I find it relaxing (yeah)
Six in the morning tryna get bags in (fuck sake)
I get the packs in
I put the text out, bring a few slags in (wow)
I got the weed and when I start leaving
You can get snacks in
I like to watch nature films and cry
Cause I find it relaxing (yeah)
Six foot three
But built like a seniors netball captain
I got a gut like a pregnant bird on stilts
You could say that I'm fattening
I rap about weed most days
So 10/10 plugs send packs in
I used to sniff gifted cocaine quick
'Till my chest would collapse
Dirty girls, I'm attracting
Anorexic ones and fat tings
They want me to teach them tantric sex
But who wants to know who's asking?
I leave your girlfriend panting
Screaming, sweating, gasping
I leave her cervix hurting so much
Now she's swallowing aspirin
I spit dirty bars
I do that with ease
Grimy
Like a big mac with cheese
Some of these MCs
Are irritating like cats and fleas
I used to cell CDs and MP3s
And packs of weed
Everybody knows my face
But I don't livestream like IShowSpeed
I used to have plenty of grades
Wrapping up blunts, 20 a day
I used to go raving and fuck hoes
Buzzing my tits off of MDMA
My willy was bendy and grey
You can ask Lily and Wendy and Faye
I'm a dirty horrible cunt
Just lock me up now and send me away
I used to drink lukewarm Pimm's
No mix for the bottle at midday
I used to tick bags and fags off mates
You could say I was a pisstake
I used to claim that I get paid
Next day, and say there was a mistake
I used to text ten plus birds
Cause I figured that I had a shit hit rate
If I do drugs, I binge
Don't like Mormons, find them cringe
I don't mean to moan or whinge
Can't shag her, she had awkward minge
They say I'm the awkward king
I feel all tight like a weighted spring
I just eyeball two 3.5s like a trap by
I am the portion king
I'm a king, my flow is royal
Don't piss me off or make my blood boil
If you try like rugby, it could get ugly
And I don't mean a gargoyle
I used to sell cannabis oil
And grow my crops in organic soil
Sell fifty z's of Swiss blue cheese
In 0.6, ten bags in foil
When it comes to the cocaine preference
I like the fire like moths
I would lay in my pants all day
Then cry, then turn to a [?]
I like the narco import white
But it made me soft
I'm in the leaves all day
Now cooking to my wood like sloths
I used to roll up
Smoke big fat joints in my school playground
When I took Class A's
I started racing around like a greyhound
I realized that I was young and stupid
Now that I finally came round
I used to sniff random powder
Start making strange sounds
Kitchen captain
Six in the morning tryna get bags in (fuck sake)
I get the packs in
I put the text out, bring a few slags in (wow)
I got the weed and when I start leaving
You can get snacks in
I like to watch nature films and cry
Cause I find it relaxing (yeah)
