Butterfingers FIGJAM Lyrics

I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake
'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late
With a great mental state and a date with destiny
I'll roll down the block without a copper even stressin' me
Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket
It's coming into summer, and the weather's f___ing wicked
So I figured I'd be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dipper's t__ties and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my a___ like a council worker
Reminising about being p___ed off about
My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my a___
Before my change of fortune
Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon
So your mama's on the head of my k___
And it's better than heading to my dead-end job
Because the boss was a c___head when I was a clerk
So I clocked him - and now I don't work
It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, cause
"I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay

I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty
Figjam!
f___ I'm good, just ask me
I couldn't give a s___ about your corporate hierachy
Figjam!
f___ I'm good, just ask me

Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the m_________ing man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the m_________ing man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the m_________ing man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the m_________ing man

I rock around in track-and-thongs
f___ed off a buck-of-bongs
If you don't like it, you can come suck a long d___.
'Cause I'm brit pop, all the way to hip hop
I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock
But I'm s___-hot, no matter how you look at it
Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it like the iron chef!
That's why I'm deaf, up to the high clef

Figjam!
The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and in fact
I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams
Weatherduck snobs and you sucking on a give-a-d___, so good on the cut
They should call me Edward Scissorhands

So give a hand for me and my a__ociates ... (You suck!)
Well that's just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, b____
I'm from the Ipa-switch
Side of town, don't forget to write it down
(West side, eeee!)
What the f___? It ain't gangster rap!
Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer w___er's cramp
And I'll thank you to f___ right off
Professional f___wits, take one night off

I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
Figjam!
f___ I'm good, just ask me
As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me
Figjam!
f___ I'm good, just ask me

Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the m_________ing man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the m_________ing man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the m_________ing man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the m_________ing man!

I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
Figjam!
f___ I'm good, just ask me
Kicking a___ in the cha, but you can't class me
Figjam!
f___ I'm good, just ask me
I just had a threesome with ya moma and your aunty
Figjam!
f___ I'm good, just ask me
And they're coming back this arvo for the bukkake party
Figjam!
My d___ is bigger than a wigwam!
And you can see my peepee three feet above the tv
And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up!
(these c___s need a shape up)

I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta
Just got a death threat over the phone
Better go lay low, under ground, like a bilby
Figjam!
Chill man, people wanna kill me!
But I don't let that bullshit sweat me
I'm at ya mama's if you wanna come and get me,
You shady f___, I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck
You wanna stop me? You'd Wanna do it properly?
[Blam blam]
Ah f___! Somebody shot me!

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