Testo Jokes - Doc Brown
Testo della canzone Jokes (Doc Brown), tratta dall'album Jokes - Single
You gimme jokes like
You make me laugh like
You gimme jokes like
You make me laugh like
You gimme jokes like
You make me laugh like
Yeah
Ey, ey
Never half hearted
Hard bastard
Sekkle now the class started
Man ain't even half an artist
Stop, watch a Doctor Whose mind's a large Tardis
Grab ya grass spark it
Spin one eighty watch me hit the mark sharpest
Whatever my dart targets
Top bins
Wembley or Hackney Marshes
Prolly good in Hollywood but stay on Black markets
Quite able
From the days of white labels
Redrum click, thoroughbreds in my stables
Poetry and prose on paper laced with poison
If I couldn't beat em I'd make a case to join em
Scuffing up my air force ones running from boydem
Now I'm in the house on the hill must be annoying
When I create, if you tend to hate instead of celebrate
I'm at the banquet bredda you'll never get a plate
I'll do the jokes thank you
Them man'll diss you but they won't at you
You need a tissue but you don't achoo
It's for the tears when the gas attack you
I ain't going nowhere, I'm a bad tattoo
You'll regret ever letting me under your skin
Flow hotter than the tap that you run in the sink
Don't bother with the crap that the others'd think
Get my love from within
Never from the externals
Upper echelon moving in some next circles
Want my death
Hold your breath til you get purple
Too many bags to count like I collect Herschels
Stacking the P's
Fact is I feed off your lack of belief
Smashing a beat comes naturally
I'm back like crack on the street
Matching my heat's an irrational dream
Walking with my junk out front
And never tucking it, never ducking shit
So it ain't worth discussing it
You musta clicked who you're fucking with
It's the half caste ugly duckling sorry for chuckling but
You gimme jokes like
You make me laugh like
You gimme jokes like
You make me laugh like
You gimme jokes like
You make me laugh like
You gimme jokes like
You make me laugh like
Had to find that funny so I said
No child I work hard for the money
Read the textbook dummy
See my scope too wide leave your braincells runny
My mindstate cruddy been grinding
The bottom of my creps all muddy
Coz when I taste honey I'm keeping on eating
No one taking mine from me
Are you having a laugh
Are you having a laugh
You're having a laugh
Ey bruv that's jokes
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Writer(s): Ben Bailey Smith, Anthony Ian Bowman
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