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VERSE 1:
STIG OF THE DUMP
- See me in the dance with a swagger and a crooked eye,
- Tapping fat chicks like “what’s up sugar pie”,
- She might be leaving with another guy
- I bet she still puts her lips around my dick and sucks the fucker dry,
- And here’s summat you can quote bitch,
- I’m sexiest the fat man in show biz,
- Just in case you didn’t notice,
- I’m the god damn king with the mic in a closed fist,
- Oh shit, get word to the DJ,
- Tell him to put my record on replay,
- Attitudes my middle name like B.A,
- So fuck the security I’m getting this weed blazed,
- And if I got my eye on a broad.
- You know she ain't flat like an ironing board,
- Ass like "bang", tits like "pow",
- Gut like "urgh" and I’m dying to score,
CHORUS:
- "Give It Up", yeah put the mic down,
- "Give It Up", quit mean mugging,
- "Give It Up", gimme that cash,
- "Give It Up", now gimme that gash
VERSE 2:
DR. SYNTAX
- Verse 2 (Dr Syntax)
- "Who's surpassing this?"
- Come on those plans are hopeless,
- Everything I jot down's like my magnum opus,
- Much more than the bland and soulless,
- With a set that’s sharper than ya Pentax camera focus,
- So don't be acting bogus,
- Like, trying to pretend that you hadn't noticed,
- You need to show love, don't just roll up in the club,
- And spend more time against the wall than the backs of posters",
- We got fans that are ravenous,
- Gagging for some rappers of this calibre, they're acting nuts,
- Its meltdown for you plastic amateurs,
- Standard we pack more clubs than a caddy does,
- Rowdier than Daryl Mac on drugs,
- Downing rider beers topping up my natural buzz,
- Now here’s a brand you can trust, For a maximum rush,
- Were like mad man dust in your brandy cups
CHORUS:
- "Give It Up", go dumb
- "Give It Up", just spaz the fuck out
- "Give It Up", stop smoking
- "Give It Up", let me touch you
VERSE 3:
KING KAIOW
- Hi, my dick is enormous,
- So big it’s got its own dick and it’s still bigger than yours is,
- King Kai, I’m spitting on paupers,
- I'm stupid def, I got riggamamortis,
- "get it?" or did you try to correct it,
- Kai's on some next shit, You guys are pathetic
- It should be obvious bloodrin,
- I drop dope shit like drug mules who got through customs,
- Watch me buck trends, rapping from left field,
- Man I’m a dan I get rare skills,
- and I’m flash I got bare grills,
- I’m smacking a bear's grill, while chatting to Bear Grylls,
- "Yeeah" only go clubs to stare,
- Step on toes & claim everything's air,
- I've lost all my sense, lost my direction,
- But gotta dark side like a chocolate digestive,
CHORUS:
- "Give It Up", props to the king
- "Give It Up", everything from your gwop to your rings,
- "Give It Up", your socks and your Timbs.
- "Give It Up", and everything that you've got in your fridge.
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