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lirik lagu butterfingers - figjam

[verse 1]
i woke up this morning, but i didn’t wake
till 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 stressing me
let alone arrestin’ me or givin’ me a ticket
it’s comin’ into summer, and the weather’s f-ckin’ wicked
so i figured i’d be hitting the beach
look at skinny-dippers’ t-tties and get something to eat
after half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
i was sitting on my -rs- like a council worker
reminiscin’ about being p-ssed off about
my house burnin’ down to the ground and being out
on my -rs- before my change of fortune
now i score tunes, don’t get up before noon
so yo mamma’s on the head of my kn-b
and it’s better than heading to my dead-end job
because the boss was a c-ck 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 c-ssius clay

[chorus 1]
i got the world at my feet, and my toe jam’s nasty
(figjam!) f-ck, i’m good, just ask me
i couldn’t give a sh-t about your corporate hierarchy
(figjam!) f-ck, i’m good, just ask me

[refrain]
“i can’t believe how dope i am, i’m the motherf-ckin’ man”
“i can’t believe how dope i am, i’m the motherf-ckin’ man”
“i can’t believe how dope i am, i’m the motherf-ckin’ man”
“i can’t believe how dope i am, i’m the motherf-ckin’ man”

[verse 2]
i rock around in track-and-thongs, f-cked off a buck-of-bongs
if you don’t like it, you can come suck a long d-ck
’cause i’m brit pop, all the way to hip-hop
i get so plastered, you’d think i’m drinking gyprock
but i’m sh-t-hot, no matter how you look at it
and my lyrics make you wanna read the book-a-let’
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 lag it’s like a magic pack of tim tams
we’re the duck’s nuts and you suck and i don’t give a d-mn
so good on the cut, they should call me edward scissorhands
so give a hand for me and my -ssociates
(you suck!) well, that’s just inappropriate
smoke me a kipper, b-tch, i’m from the ipa-switch
side of town, don’t forget to write it down
(west side, eeee!) what the f-ck? it ain’t gangster rap!
think you’re tougher, then you’d probably suffer w-nker’s cramp
and i’ll thank you to f-ck right off
professional f-ckwits, take one night off

[chorus 2]
i’m evil eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
(figjam!) f-ck, i’m good, just ask me
as a concept, the intellect can’t grasp me
(figjam!) f-ck, i’m good, just ask me

[chorus 3]
i got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
(figjam!) f-ck, i’m good, just ask me
kicking -rs- in the charts, but you can’t cl-ss me
(figjam!) f-ck, i’m good, just ask me
i just had a threesome with ya mamma and your auntie
(figjam!) f-ck, i’m good, just ask me
and they’re coming back this arv’ for the bukkake party

[bridge]
(figjam!) my d-ck is bigger than a wigwam!
and you can see my pee-pee three feet above the tv
and if you are getting very sleepy
wake up! (these c-nts need a shake up)

[verse 3]
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 k!ll me!
but i don’t let that bullsh-t sweat me
i’m at ya mamma’s if you wanna come and get me
you shady f-ck, 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?
ah, f-ck! somebody shot me!

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