I twist caps just to hit rats
Takes balls to have a racket, I prefer brick bats
More flaps than Barbour jackets when I’m packing
All gravy when I’m chip stacking
Poker face play the big blind
Take the biscuit and leave the cracker lacking
No slacking, I stick and move, more weight than body shamed youth
Move muted as abusive twitter mentions
Only need planning permission when the scope is extended
Pay up, it’s the best way to end this
Otherwise, it’s red dot on all offenders
I’m a debt collector not a death clock
Ain’t a portrait with my head shot!
If you heard that, nurse that or it’ll be a bittersweet symphony, where’s your verve at?
I exorcise where you work at.
My nines take lives I wish they were cats
You don’t want those problems
I blew veins for the cheese like I had a dare me intolerance
This ain’t the kind of mud you want to wallow in
What’s the point of debt if the last you have left is the time and air you’re borrowing?
This is the kind of wisdom that would have Solomon swallowing
Pay day is May Day and my steel will steal away with no alarm no caution
Green light on a red head that doesn’t heed a warning.
Bring the heat to your world like I was global warming.
Take your girl and your son cos I’m a knight that doesn’t need her morning.
If you never rolled the dice I wouldn’t have arrived to leave your soul on ice.
Say goodnight and hello to Bruce Forsyth
It was nice to see you, nice.