Butter Fly Lyrics

Butter Fly by Lee Scott

• I’m Slick like a Johnny Barnes scissor kick
• Round ours Robbie’s God and Grobbelaar’s Innocent
• Shankly’s sons, early 90’s Cassy scum
• Taxing Capri Sun’s and stashing them at me Mums
• A lack of funds, gather crumbs and sink bevies
• The kids on the express way bridges that flick pennies
• Why even try like? You’ll get your fucking eye wiped
• It’s not a fickle minds life, thinkin
• Picking at me chicken fried rice
• Indifferent, bizzies listen in and think we’re bickering
• The kip of them though I’m sick of them
• Like a click of blind mice that wouldn’t notice if I told them
• And they lived and died twice
• Ignant? Quite right, the world in which we live in
• Is a massive ball of izm and I’m a master of all that isn’t
• Caught you slipping, called your women over
• Tripping sober, until I’m rich as shit tipping Hova
• Class! Like Minnesota Fatts
• By the look of their silhouettes I think their holding bats
• No a splab lad take a wholesome drag
• Rolling stoned till I’m broken bad
• Even Obi Wan Kenobi’s blagged
• Blah lid! Fucking you up for something your Ma’ did!
• Just to rhyme it, undermining major up and coming signings
• Spitting like the first proletarian that ever rhymed a word
• Mostly shit about Mary and the times we shared, on this dying earth...

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