Mug - Lunar C

Turned up to the clash too drunk

But you ain’t gotta ask who won

Bopped in with my cap on back-to-front

I wasn’t in a bad mood but

Some of you fuckboy MCs act too tough

I should just slap you up

Stand over you like «Have some of that you mug!»

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug

Eyes slanted, I can’t walk properly, I’m too high, damn it

Plus I’m pissed I’ve been drinking spirits neat out of pint glasses

Wake up in the afternoon and start again, my life’s tragic

But I still draw girls like DiCaprio on the Titanic

Peek through your window, it looks quite homy and cosy

But your mum looks quite lonely

If she wants me to come round, phone me

I wanna be your step-dad for one night only

If that chain on your neck isn’t fake, I will take that to Cash Generators and

pay off our debts

Yeah, Jake is a mess

Top 5 and I ain’t even dead

But pay your respects

Turned up to the clash too drunk

But you ain’t gotta ask who won

Bopped in with my cap on back-to-front

I wasn’t in a bad mood but

Some of you fuckboy MCs act too tough

I should just slap you up

Stand over you like «Have some of that you mug!»

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug

No biting sound, I like skets strangled in my cypher

How do you like them apples

Have some of that, yeah have some of that

You’re stupid if you think I’m gonna back down

No code of ethics, show no respect

Don’t give a fuck about what postcode you rep

Your flow don’t impress me

Go home, you’re dead

Your donkey’s punches go over heads

I’ve been keeping my ears open

And there definitely ain’t anybody who’s levelling with me

That’s why I don’t fear no one

I’m one step ahead of my enemies

How can anyone compete

A lot of you have been begging a deal for years

Wondering how I got this far without one

Pound for pound, dumb MCs get outdone

The outcome is you on the ground fucked for round one

Turned up to the clash too drunk

But you ain’t gotta ask who won

Bopped in with my cap on back-to-front

I wasn’t in a bad mood but

Some of you fuckboy MCs act too tough

I should just slap you up

Stand over you like «Have some of that you mug!»

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug, yeah have some of that

Have some of that you mug

Have some of that you mug