Artist: Stig of the Dump Album: Cannon Fodder EP Song: Official Typed by: artist/bandcamp.com [ CHORUS ] This ain't no check shirt, skinny jeans, hipster tip It's that neck jerk, swigging Beam, official shit Bombing hard as Nagasaki when the missile hit So get your face screwed up and let's get into it Turn your speakers up loud If you're with me get your reefer bunned down This is ain't a joke, nah but we keep it bugged out Middle finger stiff, bitch what you think of Stig now? [ VERSE 1 ] Just watch, I kill it right from the jump-off Back at like crack addicts in a drug spot Team Hate, stay screaming "Fuck pop" The deadliest click you never heard since a gun cocked Blaow - I'm in the house like I left somethin Blowing doja dope enough to get my chest bugging My old man told me shy kids get nothing So get ya war face on and get stuck in So now I'm going all out Building up a rep and steady getting more clout Piff, drink, tatted up skanks And Art Over Money, so you know what I'm about No doubt, I'm a problem with an attitude Strapping zoots until my lungs are black as Papa Lazarou School bully of the scene, I'ma slap a few Rappers, til I'm knackered, then I sit back and laugh at you [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ] Roll a blunt up to this and take a couple hits Ain't nobody on a beat that come as tough as Stig But opinions are like arseholes, trust me kid Everybody's got one, usually they're full of shit Scruffy kicks and pint, that's me Lies about how you clap heat, that's you Snuffing kids with right hand, that's me Hold your mouth when I roll through or get the snooze button Cause this is grown man business You want a verse, you gotta pay for the privilege I got the critics thinking "What the fuck is this?" Music for the misfits, moving through ya district Super glue your lips quick, say Nathan You know the crew, me and Team stay Hating You don't wanna see me lose my patience I'm Bruce Banner with the grammar after gamma radiation [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] Raw northern brawler type, born to perform on mics Overweight, no debate, but fly like Orville Wright Bored of life, talking hype, tryna cause a fight So if your wanna throw fists better up your portion size Drink the bar dry before they're calling time Then hit the offie for the fortified wine Antisocial, far from a normal guy So kick rocks and watch the floor when I'm walking by I'm the twinkle in your daughter's eye Just the sound of my voice got her wetter than a water pipe Hardcore, I never pen a corny line So when I press record the rest fall behind Always talking shite, it's what I'm entertained by My whole attitude is never say die Heavyweight rhymes that could devastate lives I'm the best that ever did it, let me demonstrate why [ CHORUS ]