Biscuits lyrics

by

Fatboy Slim



[Intro: Jordan Stephens]
New dogs have old tricks
I've got my hand in the, sorry
Alright alright, let's kick it
What you saying

[Verse 1: Jordan Stephens]
Yo, I've got my hand in the cookie jar
Teacher saying that I should have asked
They know I'm smart
They won't act up if you look the part
Retired bullies think they're looking hard
This ain't a playground, it's a club
Now what kind of willy wouldn't dance?
Give me cookies, yeah, I took the hearts
Then I listened to the charts
And heard some woman singing Brighton, man she took it hard
But I'm a really nice guy
Actually don't mess, there ain't a fly I wouldn't harm
There ain't a snake I wouldn't charm
None of you can rattle me, I'm a basket case
There ain't no others in my category (Meow)
Yeah my cat agrees
Actually this ain't manufactured brother this phenomenon occurred naturally
You got an Oedipus complex
You took the whole mama do the hump thing completely out of context (What)
I've got the Wrigley's effect
I'm so fresh I could blow the scene by the room with one breathe, yo
[Chorus: Jordan Stephens]
Give me those biscuits
Give me those biscuits
Give me those biscuits
Rizz Kicks said
Give me those biscuits
Give me those biscuits
Give me those biscuits
Rizz Kicks said, yeah
Give me those biscuits, yo
We said give me them biscuits, yeah
We said give me them biscuits
Rizz Kicks want them biscuits, for real, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Harley Alexander-Sule]
Age five on the way, so I told my family
I know it might take time to move it
But I'll do this happily
Maybe I'll take flight and prove it
And show you what I've got
It's best to aim high and do it
And try whatever I want

[Verse 2: Jordan Stephens]
Yeah, got my hand in the biscuit tin
My sh*t don't stink and my sh*t don't sink
Man, I sip those drinks and I flip this ink
Man, I floss so hard that my whips gone pink
Call me MC-Vitie, ever so witty
I'm a sin committer at the head of all committees
Come with me as I commit these crimes towards authority
Born without a heart, but I'm not on the road with Dorothy
Honestly let me have a biccy, then
Call me Mr. f*cking Awesome
Too explicit for the Mr. Men
And I stay distant from what furies me
You see I'm safe but I'm weird
Call it security through obscurity
And I'm freaking nutty, find me p*ssed in Bloody Mary land
I have an exquisite taste, and yours is very bland
I never plan, I'm outer space, I'm milky way
Clever while I've got the cookies
I'ma milk it so it tastes better
[Chorus: Jordan Stephens]
Give me those biscuits
Give me those biscuits
Give me those biscuits
Rizz Kicks said
Give me those biscuits
Give me those biscuits
Give me those biscuits
Rizz Kicks said, yeah
Give me those biscuits, yo
We said give me them biscuits, yeah
We said give me them biscuits
Rizz Kicks want them biscuits, for real, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Harley Alexander-Sule & Jordan Stephens]
Age five on the way, so I told my family
I know it might take time to move it
But I'll do this happily
Maybe I'll take flight and prove it
And show you what I've got
It's best to aim high and do it
And try whatever I want, yeah
What I want, b*tch
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