Butterfingers

I woke up this morning, but I didnt wake
Til the afternoon, because I slept in late
With a great mental state and a date with destiny
Ill roll down the block without a copper even stressin me
Let alone arrestin me or giving me a ticket
Its coming into summer, and the weathers fucking wicked
So I figured Id be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dippers titties and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my arse like a council worker
Reminising about being pissed off about
My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse
Before my change of fortune
Now I score tunes, dont get up before noon
So your mamas on the head of my knob
And its better than heading to my dead-end job
Because the boss was a cockhead when I was a clerk
So I clocked him - and now I dont work
Its 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 jams nasty
Figjam!
Fuck Im good, just ask me
I couldnt give a shit about your corporate hierachy
Figjam!
Fuck Im good, just ask me
Ahhhh! I cant believe how good I am, Im the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I cant believe how good I am, Im the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I cant believe how good I am, Im the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I cant believe how good I am, Im the motherfucking man
I rock around in track-and-thongs
Fucked off a buck-of-bongs
If you dont like it, you can come suck a long dick.
Cause Im brit pop, all the way to hip hop
I get so plastered, youd think Im drinking gyp-rock
But Im shit-hot, no matter how you look at it
And my lyrics make you wanna read the book-a-let
Dont - cause Im cooking it like the iron chef!
Thats why Im deaf, up to the high clef
Figjam!
The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and in fact
I never lack its like a magic pack of Tim Tams
Weatherduck snobs and you sucking on a give-a-damn, so good on the cut
They should call me Edward Scissorhands
So give a hand for me and my associates ... (You suck!)
Well thats just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, bitch
Im from the Ipa-switch
Side of town, dont forget to write it down
(West side, eeee!)
What the fuck? It aint gangster rap!
Think youre tougher, then youd probably suffer wankers cramp
And Ill thank you to fuck right off
Professional fuckwits, take one night off
Im Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
Figjam!
Fuck Im good, just ask me
As a concept, the intellect cant grasp me
Figjam!
Fuck Im good, just ask me
Ahhhh! I cant believe how good I am, Im the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I cant believe how good I am, Im the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I cant believe how good I am, Im the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I cant believe how good I am, Im the motherfucking man!
I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
Figjam!
Fuck Im good, just ask me
Kicking arse in the cha, but you cant class me
Figjam!
Fuck Im good, just ask me
I just had a threesome with ya moma and your aunty
Figjam!
Fuck Im good, just ask me
And theyre coming back this arvo for the bukkake party
Figjam!
My dick 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 cunts need a shape up)
Im 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 dont let that bullshit sweat me
Im at ya mamas if you wanna come and get me,
You shady fuck, I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but Im favoured by lady luck
You wanna stop me? Youd Wanna do it properly?
[Blam blam]
Ah fuck! Somebody shot me!
[ FIGJAM Lyrics ]