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fingers in your nose
lyrics

(Put your fingers in your nose

Have a little dig about

See what you find

All bunged up)

[Verse 1]

Mister fickle as fate

I'm still sick and depraved

With a pick and a spade

I sit diggin' a grave

Man you don't even need to read the ink on my page

You can see the truth written in my grimacing face

When I

Listen to the sh** that you made

There's six million ways to piss in your face

So choose one

My whole crews coming through unscrewed

Singin' f** you, you, f** you and f** you

Its who?

Mr. Key from the SMB

Not the type a prick to claim that I'm the best MC

See who wants to be an MC (not me!)

Some people seem to think that that's a bit off-key

But I drop a freestyle whenever wherever

Mashed up on acid tabs chatting bare cheddar

For the fun of it

Another grubby kid from the rubbish tip

I love to spit give a f** you can s** a dick

If I'm f**ing sh** spit bars on the jokes one

If you ain't havin' no fun go home, son you're so glum

(Wahh!)

Can't remember why you rate this

But reckon your the greatest

I reckon I'm degenerate and wasted

And still come heavier than anything I'm faced with

Yes I'm an escapist

The sweaty little ape

Steppin' in and disrespecting everything you rate

[Chorus]

So put your fingers in your nose

If you love hip-hop

And if you don't rate that

You can s** this cock

I be picking in my bogies and crusty snot

Disgusting slugs and slobs

Blowin' up your spot

[Chorus 2]

So put your fingers in your nose

If you love hip-hop

And if you don't rate that

You can s** this cock

I be digging through my bogies and crusty snot

Disgusting slugs and slobs

What the f** you got

[Verse 2]

I'm the opposite type

A hot rock in the pipe

The hobgoblin

Eyes shot wobblin' by

I wipe my snot rocks on the work that i write

Got proper supply and stop rocking the mic

A lot of the time you see me floppin' its fine

Rock shows so f**ed I forgot all my lines

And so what?

(Your show's f**ed!)

Yeah your probably right

But it's two for a fiver on bottles of white

And three for seven quid (Aw yeah!)

Lets go twos on that and start there

Those brehs that'd know me

Nobody knows me

I'm home alone with a nose full of bogies

And bogus show ponies

I've thrown in my chokey

I can throw blows like a focused shinobi

And bling is for the posies, posers and phonies

Acting the twat at the rap karaoke show

So let's go toe to toe

But I thrown no blows, man I blow my nose

Overdose, the bunged up piss artiste