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Oh, rap scraps. Hear my attack on the mic as I take a crap on your bike. I'm gonna steal your bike when you leave it on your front lawn while you're watching porn. I'm gonna get on your bike, ride away, 'cause I'm ten years old. I'm not gay OK? Fuck you, stop calling me gay, bitch.
Well you stole my bike, yes you stole my bike but look, I don't even like that, OK? I've got better things to do today. I go to school. I learn things, I burn things, I turn things around with my hands. What do you do, just walk around and steal shit like you shit your pants?
Yo, you think I ain't shit? I just stole your bike and made a profit off of it. I made $20. Gonna go down to the op shop, buy some roller skates. Skate down the street all day. Leave them on my front lawn while I'm away. Just goes to show that crime does pay.
Oh, drop the beat, drop the beat. This little shit is getting himself in some deep heat. That wasn't my bike you stole, it was my son's, asshole, and I have a gun, fool. I'm gonna pull the trigger. Shoot you my little N-word, mother fucker. Teach you to steal some little innocent child's bike he left on his front lawn, bitch.
Now speaking British, what's all this Harry Potter mania all about, am I right? This little Harry Potter kid shooting his magic spells all over the place, and he thinks he's all that, right? I mean if I were Voldermort, I'd just go back to the muggle world. I'd just go buy a gun and shoot the damn bastard. I mean like, he's like 14 years old or something. I doubt he has the reflexes to shoot a deflective spell on a frickin' bullet. Know what I'm saying? Bang. Why didn't you think of that Voldermort? You're the dark lord, and you didn't even think of that.
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