Skit (Interlude) lyrics

[Intro: Dappy]
I feel like a slag

[Verse 1: Dappy]
Been sober for too long, it's time to get tipsy (Gone)
Don't mean if I buy you a drink now, come later, you're gonna lips me
Jook, girl, dagger, then dash it like a frisbee (Dash that)
Ayy, sexy, let me beat (Beat)
Tell your boyfriend "wait," cheat (Uh-huh)
I heard he MC's, is that true? (Uh) What's his name?
f*ck all these other funny guys, they're gassed
I can make a killer album then dash
Ba-Barbados splash
We can be together on a boat, mash (Mash)
Me and Fifi make cash (Bare)
Suttin' them man never make, brap
When I was fifteen, I was told to hold a strap
And if I wanna be a badman, run into the gaffa (Brap)
Man said his CD was cert'
But when I put it on, there was less lookin' at the speakers like one, two, three
My mum could rap better than that, you're sh*t
Everythin' about you, fake like Jordan
You've been in a studio all your life
And you still ain't come up with nothin', what are you recordin'? (Boom)
Been to your show, not even your dad was applaudin'
Even the bouncer was snorin'
You see us, man, we roll ten man deep on the tour bus
You ain't tight with your friends, they snake you, now your life's borin'
Prick had a dream about bein' a star (di*khead)
Did a little video, rented a car
Holdin' a cigar thinkin' Jay-Z or someone's gonna come along and sign him
[Verse 2: Fearless, Dappy, Fearless & Dappy]
You're a punk that rolls with twenty-five pricks (Pricks)
Make a mistake, I'll end your life quick (Quick)
Keep sayin' you're gonna come for my b*tch
'Cause you kick wasteman and make it dust like Ibrahimović (What?)
What? Nah fam, I don't give a sh*t (Nah)
Big man still actin' like a little kid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's not my fault your girl's on my page more than your little di*k (Yeah, yeah)
I'm goin' in, more than a little bit (Woo)
Didn't wanna mention no names on the track, but ah
f*ck you, you fat little sh*t (Fat little sh*t)
I'm real, on mic, I show skills
Stop talkin' about gun, you don't kill
You think you're so ill
Been to over twenty meetings and you still ain't got a deal (Got a deal, got a deal, got—)
You're stallin', I make dough when you're in the bed snorin'
Four in the mornin', up, breath yawnin'
You might not see me, comprehend that I'm tourin'
I'm nineteen and I'm explorin' (Yeah)
I'm risin' up, you're fallin' (Down)
I'm scorchin', you're borin'
I'm goin' full width, not back like foreskin
Back then, I kick you off the see-saw
Now you give it back 'cause you roll with the repo
You might be old, but I'm stil rogile
Young, but I still treat mine like an older
You the type to say, "I'm gettin' popcorn tonight"
And still hit the sack holdin' your boner
Next day, chat crap to everyone sayin' that you banged two hoes, you're a joker
[Verse 3: Dappy]
I'm a Nigel (Straight)
You're a fan, like Stan on the Eminem track with Dido (Bruh)
I remember when I had a runny nose, tryna draw down girls at the lido
Then I thought (Wait), can't knock, gotta break the door (Bang)
Nowadays at an N-Dubz show, psycho fans camp from the day before (Uh)
Girls love puttin' it on the plate, what you hatin' for?

[Verse 4: Fearless, Dappy, Fearless & Dappy]
I tell her, "Girl, yo we are linkin'" (Linkin')
She said, "Course, yo, but my man's over there, whingin'"
She said, "I'm on a BlackBerry hype, add me tonight"
Shh, baby, it's a ping ting (Ping ting)
Didn't know her man was an MC too
I was like, "What? Where? Who?"
Ah, that di*khead ain't even had four-thousand views on YouTube