Foul Lyric by Chipmunk

Foul Lyric

by Chipmunk

Lyric:



I Never Once Said Fuck Grime,

The Clock Kept Ticking I Just Moved With The Times.

I'm Smarter That's Why I Do Better,

So Don't Act Clever,

The In Sound Changed I Never.

I M On Anything I Want,

I Spit On Something Whack,

I Make It Something Hot.

I Got Everything These Emcees Slightly Want,

So Not One Of You Nots Could Ever Make Me Cross.

My Mouth Wasn't Born With A Silver Spoon In,

Not Everybody Made It In The Hood I Grew In.



I'm Still So Young But I've Achieved So Much,

It Probably Hurts A Lot Of Grown Men See Me Moving

As For Little Boys, Well There Just Little Boys.

I Got A Massive Buzz, Your Making Little Noise.

I Love All My Fans Especially The Girls

And To Everyone Who Loves Me, I Love Me As Well.



This Beat Is Foul

Deserves Two Yellow Cards

Send It Off I'm Going Hard

With Each And Every Bar.



This Beat Is Foul

Deserves Two Yellow Cards

Send It Off I'm Going Hard

With Each And Every Bar

P-s I'm A Star.



I'm A Shampoo Above Ya

Yeah Head And Shoulders

I'm Tryna Be The Coolest

They're Tryna Be The Rowdiest

Lyin' For The Cameras

Thought I Wouldn't Notice

Internet G's

B-b-bogus

I'm Super Duper Cool

I Am Never On The Hype

I'm Super Duper Fly

All I Know Is Nike

I Come Through In A Turtle Neck And

Chain But Nice

Peek Down The Side You See A Tiny Red Stripe

All I Really Know How To Be Is Myself

I Never Try Changing My Image Just To Sell

I Wanted To By Famous

I Wanted Lost Of Trainers Used To See Up For A Pair

Now I Buy The Whole Shelf

A Lot Of Things Have Changed Since Back In The Days

The Best Chat-up Line I Got Now Is My Face

One Man Soldier, I'm In My Own Lane

So Be Beatin' Me's Impossible

Joining Me's The Same



This Beat Is Foul

Deserves Two Yellow Cards

Send It Off I'm Going Hard

With Each And Every Bar.



This Beat Is Foul

Deserves Two Yellow Cards

Send It Off I'm Going Hard.



(let Me Cut The Voice,

Check, Check It, Listen)



I'm Not A Postman Prick

I Don't Need To Know What Your Postcode Is

And Don't Tell Me You're On Your Ting

Nigga I Ain't Tryna Know What Your Ting Is

See The Grease Talk I Ain't Tryna Listen

Monks Steppin' Up, They Wanna Diss I'm!

But You Can't Ask The Last Man Who Violated

What Happened 'cause Coincidentally He's Missing

And I'm Just Saying

I Am Not Plant

I Meant Rare Plant

We Are A-r

And You're Just Aren't

As In Are Not

You're Not Jesus

You're Not Flee

Certainly You're Not Me

So Don't Dizzy Me If You Can't Make A Better Song

And If You Ain't See Man You Got The Letters Wrong

Cash Motivation We Go Hard, Fuck The Alphabet Minus A-r



This Beat Is Foul

Deserves Two Yellow Cards (go On)

Send It Off I'm Going Hard

With Each And Every Bar (yeah)

This Beat Is Foul

Deserves Ten Yellow Cards

Send It Off I'm Going Hard

Nigga Fuck You I'm A Star.