Rasclart, tear you apart, your last chance

Before I plant my arm into your heart

Your artery sees me, largely heave green

"He's a mean thing"

Only when I'm horny, orgy in your organs or I'm hoarding all the street art

From your repertoire, we dance

To the nee naw of police cars you've been warned before

Rascals get a barstool, peaceful people with smooth talk

Get a cue ball brute forced through their arse

Half Eton school boy, half snooker table

"Can't I play pool?"

Horrible nautical people slaying for the sea of evil

Screaming stay in school, you can't tell me what to do 'cause

I'm the rap equivalent of having a wet dream

I'm the dirty little secret from your parents you've been keeping away

When I die dig me out of my grave

In a rigor mortis state parade my grey remains around a drum and bass rave

I'll put my d**k in flames and golden paint and scream out on my porch

This my audition to become the new Olympic torch

On second thought, I guess I better not

'Cause I couldn't ever say go suck my c**k

You ugly fellas wanna get your lady's knickers off?

I recommend a healthy dose of f**k off 'cause she's had enough

You'll never be a sexy as one of my songs

Where I depict a dude getting chopped from his head to his knob

You'll never be what the galdem want you know

She'd rather date a cop instead of you

Play Craig David who's Rainy Days?

Ladies hate him, guess he's to blame

I'm so humble, I'm the most humble man

So spick and span, I'm so perfect I can be introduced to your nan

I'll put a shandy in her hand and wrap my hand around her

Say we should be lovers when she slaps me I won't cry under covers

I get angry only when necessary

My life's necessity plentiful, plate is full of all the things

You say makes your life terrible

We need a chaos monger

For the mingers who are bonging up and I'm that m**r

Burning bodies of virgins to plant curses

On any Twitter user make them drive away in hurses

Your verses get murdered by PCs with PC needs

Safety over originality

So I run into the barber with half a bottle of lager

Gonna murder anybody who believes in karma

Garner lives to barter

Play a game of would you rather

Death or a fresh trim?

Stop wriggling or you'll make it harder

Shaving spreads through the power of my razor blade

Now you're a skinhead like an inbred farmer

Nobody would kiss you normally

So you are bound to be

In a life without laughter

I'll kill you now bastard

Keep your apron on don't wanna clean up after

Better calm down or I'll cut your bloody arm off

Oh no the cops are on my radar I made a

Big mistake with the choices that I choose to make

I may not see a brighter day if I stay

This is my chance to make a great escape

Who's that?

That m**r Rainy Days

Frightening

Coming straight outta Brighton