Boey - Trellion, Lee Scott

I’m feeling lovely in the Fila rugby

I would fuck your bitch but her feet are ugly

People hug me cause the way I rap

Got them feeling cuddly… (I'm fuckin' with you)

Slug through your muscle tissue, I left your pastry sharp

With the safety arf but I missed of missed you

You don’t know what I’ma do

All I do is tell lies but I’m the truth

Keep it dumb like Soulja Boy

Best avoid sun like polaroids

6−1-6 we the golden boys

Park the yacht, mid ocean with a golden buoy

You swear I threw a bowling ball overboard

I’ll throw you with it that’s the only way you’ll know for sure

Here’s a broken oar, now row to shore before I load the…

Slap a virgin hoe, in a Napapirji coat

Drive you crazy but I haven’t passed my theory though

Oh, I’ll scran your cheerios with no milk

I’m a man of me own ilk

The scally scumbag drink a beer

One gold tooth like Cyril Sneer

I used me bare hands to kill a deer

Get palatick and forget to eat

Chew a valium, then club meself to sleep

I live like a slob, if you want me I’ll be in hell skyping God

I don’t wanna find a job, catch me outside the shop like Silent Bob

Thirsty, eyeing your wife like I might tap it

Then float to shore in the Helly Hansen life jacket

Don’t talk business on the open line

Don’t decline, don’t make me load the…

I’m just joking mate, it’s all love