Chester P – Spoonerised Minds Lyrics
Lyrics
- I dedicate this to Mr. Spooner, man
- For the spoonerisms that run through my mind frequently
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- I came tonight like a watch with the right time
- Spoonerise most of these words and make a tight rhyme
- I drag Braintax from train
- Back slam the train tracks
- Leave the bay packed out for my pay back
- I slay tracks like a prison tray slaps
- I bake snacks straight up
- I break snake backs
- You’re bate whack
- I take weight back when I flutter by
- Flapping like the wings of a mutated butterfly
- Your Mum and Dad’s dumb and mad out of ?
- Once you’re getting shook you’re falling off like a leper’s hand
- I kill skills, my skill kills the format
- With more fat than thin
- Store raps like a raw strap
- I do Tai Chi
- Then I drink Chai tea
- You don’t wanna fight me
- Like ten Ayia Napa Gs
- Eyes like they’re Japanese
- All trying to bite me
- No matter who you might be
- You wanna see the back of peace?
- Just like a pack of bees
- Or gang of crackheads
- I hack creds
- In a rat’s head, leave your hats red
- Raps that are not warm
- Trying to say what norm?
- You don’t wanna watch me
- I’m nasty like cock porn
- Bars so hot when I spit I could pop corn
- Spot warns just what spawns from the right ?
- Spite of any dangers
- Fake cats fight rooks
- Life took souls where the heights look too high
- Spoonerisms – listen to the news cry
- Fronting like you’re hard
- Cos you know your little crew’s high?
- I do chips you chew dicks out in Shanghai
- And if you’re too embarrassed then the lot of you can hang shy
- Your bang sank in the sandbank of slow sales
- Razor sharp toenails leave you with no tales
- I know you’ve heard about the beggars and the chooser
- Me I’m into bars like it’s Cheggers and the boozer
- And the bed taker chicks in stilts and Ted Baker
- Lick brains on Brick Lane for red papers
- Ped rapers took your ped and said laters
- It’s a mixed up kettle of fish that bred haters
- Red ? who break bread to tread waiters
- And some guys get in a mess and went traitors
- Still rock, snap, crackle, pop from the water
- With ten sick bre’ers who strap Glocks and go in too hot?
- I thrive on a pack of lies
- In this life if I run into a lack of pie
- It’s ? fever
- Some kids only exist to fuck beaver
- And you never wanna trust him life or luck neither
- It’s iller than the lion’s den
- Realer than a crying fan
- Swimming in the flames it was safer in the frying pan
- Plenty chicks they ain’t really gonna take your shit
- Some are having fits just for telling her to shake your tits
- And some are nasty
- Their words’ll come and tease your ears
- Some’ll see your pain and wanna come and help you ease your tears
- And some’ll leave you like your ? needs surgery
- And some are angelic but my soul needs perjury
- It gets gritty in my tale of two cities
- Where there’s young girls pushing the sale of two titties.
- Words are like brail for the blind,
- There’s few nifty
- Kids who hate school but love the new 50
- Me I wanna boot rears
- Sipping on a root beer
- Cry for the few dear friends, never do fear
- Anywhere I go best believe I keep you near
- The numbers might change but it’s never been a new year
- The rebel in a flat cap
- Drugs through your cat flap
- And rats pack cracks in the cleavage on Pat’s rack
- I grill beef where the kids call me Bill Grief
- Still keep bars high price cos I kill steep dreams in the streets
- You’re weak and you lack punch
- Even back in school you’d be robbed for your pack lunch.
- I’m getting heated, best I go and take a shower
- Spoonerisms big enough to shake a tower