Golden Era Mixtape...
What now?
[Verse one]
The name holds weight son
Big frame, big game, spit flames
Hey, what a f*cking great c*nt
Sense of humour's a little odd
Face look like a mugshot, yeah, a little off
Body looks like something of a Buddha God
With a personality that some pretty c*nt should have got
But don't worry baby, that's just him
Go on give him a little bit, you know he's destined for things
The name's Briggs
I've told you this a million times
A million different ways in five other rhymes
So please forgive me if I repeat myself
It seems to be the only sh*t that sells
So you must love it, at least a little bit
And half these other maggots are rapping like some little kids
Connect the dot, tick the box
Hat match kicks, shirt match socks
[Hook]
Yeah motherf*cker, I'm the People's Champ
And everywhere I go I hear the people chant: "f*ck you Briggs!"
I'm the People's Champ
And everywhere I go I hear the people chant: "f*ck you!"
They they love my sh*t
And they don't even know what the f*ck it is
The copped all the discs
Come to the show and they brought their kids
[Verse two]
There was two in the bed and the little one said
"Oh my God, what have I done?"
There was two in the bed and the big one said
"Hey! Look what I done!"
But f*ck it, you only gonna live once
So you might as well take chance with the dunce
I'll play nice, call your Mum 'Mum'
For the next two months, pretend it's true love
Then the real me surface
Like 20,000 Leagues from the abyss, gut like a furnace
No license, barely got the Learner's permit
Xbox, wireless internet hermit
Vibe from the cavernous room, disturbing
Something's smelling like it's burning
Fix my own meal, they all taste like bourbon
Reading my review, "Oh, it's so urban"
[Hook]