Foil Fronts - Lee Scott

I’m an old school post modern man

Marxist, intellectual Waka Flocka fan

My vodka probably hasn’t even got a brand like

But who cares I’ve got a few birds numbers on my hand man

Chatting shit in some sort of Scouse mongrel slang

Trying to blag my way into the promise land and

There’s only such much your imaginary God can stand

The lad’s are like drop it laa let’s just box a scran

Haggle and dabble then skedaddle back to the castle

Slick enough to bunk on Anthony’s Travel

I set an average example my role model

Was a scowling ignorant scal with a tag on his ankle

And now I’m nicking from Mal’s, keblaow

Fishing for dinner in the canal

Before we find ourselves in it at the deep end

Can you lend me some of your beak spend’s please friend?

I need some new clothes for this week’s trend

No laa but ring Ste Queng, funny you!

We bop around sunny Runny in a hurry like pfft what a dump!

A lot of shit happened since we watched Forrest Gump

What do you do except get palatick?

That’s it!

Oh and make classic’s brassick

Manic depressive rap shit with a smile and a fat spliff

I’m blitzed

Money, hoes, blunt’s and foil fronts x 8