CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Bucket Kicker
Come on then you f**kpigs let's have a f**king go
Put 20p in the swear jar you sh*tting f**khouse
Now in my younger days I used to kick your face
And take pills in a field in this little rave
No skills, no appeal, just a tin of paint
And no frills to reveal if it's real or fake
Both hands wrapped 'round my gary sack
So fantastic that a man colllapsed
It's only bad practice that I'm happy at
Stand back and watch me stab a smack dagger down your back
I'm about, come and catch me if you counteract
I'll wash you up and shot you off to punters like an ounce of crack
Bag scratching, I'm done with that
I've had mad practice, I'm a c**t for that
Perhaps. I bounce back like a rubber c*ck
Nothing lost but the trouble that I was forgot
Double drop, couple shots then I'm f**king off
I gotta see a man about anothеr dog
When I kick the bucket you'll find a bunch of needlеs in my cupboard
'cos I been keeping heat for this bucket
Motherf**k a subject, I talk about a rubber c**t in public
And twitch like I'm drugged up and bump another subject
And I don't give a f**k I never have
I'll chop your nuts off and stuff 'em in a motherf**king leather bag
Slag, I can't lie that's my favourite sound
I say it out without the hatred that you make it 'bout
I'm a walking example of don't agree
I speak to those who push you to know what you're supposed to be
Your social media screaming a broken dream
Where you don't believe in jokes but there's coke all over your screen
I mean I never tried to be mean
But I mean it when I tried to be obscene
I mean it when I say I tried to lead a drug dealer's life for free
Im used to the f**king dynamite and leave
I made a banger front to back, and another one
And another one, in fact I made a ton of songs
And every one's a heated council flat with the oven on
Sh*t, I even made a stack off a rubbish one
Shut the f**k up c**t, what the f**k is wrong?
Get your finger out my b***er and just run along
It's your mum you need a cuddle from
You don't belong inside the dungeon that I'm coming from
When I kick the bucket you'll find a bunch of needles in my cupboard
'cos I been keeping heat for this bucket
Motherf**k a subject, I talk about a rubber c**t in public
And twitch like I'm drugged up and bump another subject
And I don't give a f**k I never have
I'll chop your nuts off and stuff 'em in a motherf**king leather bag
Slag, I can't lie that's my favourite sound
I say it out without the hatred that you make it 'bout
Put 20p in the swear jar you sh*tting f**khouse
Now in my younger days I used to kick your face
And take pills in a field in this little rave
No skills, no appeal, just a tin of paint
And no frills to reveal if it's real or fake
Both hands wrapped 'round my gary sack
So fantastic that a man colllapsed
It's only bad practice that I'm happy at
Stand back and watch me stab a smack dagger down your back
I'm about, come and catch me if you counteract
I'll wash you up and shot you off to punters like an ounce of crack
Bag scratching, I'm done with that
I've had mad practice, I'm a c**t for that
Perhaps. I bounce back like a rubber c*ck
Nothing lost but the trouble that I was forgot
Double drop, couple shots then I'm f**king off
I gotta see a man about anothеr dog
When I kick the bucket you'll find a bunch of needlеs in my cupboard
'cos I been keeping heat for this bucket
Motherf**k a subject, I talk about a rubber c**t in public
And twitch like I'm drugged up and bump another subject
And I don't give a f**k I never have
I'll chop your nuts off and stuff 'em in a motherf**king leather bag
Slag, I can't lie that's my favourite sound
I say it out without the hatred that you make it 'bout
I'm a walking example of don't agree
I speak to those who push you to know what you're supposed to be
Your social media screaming a broken dream
Where you don't believe in jokes but there's coke all over your screen
I mean I never tried to be mean
But I mean it when I tried to be obscene
I mean it when I say I tried to lead a drug dealer's life for free
Im used to the f**king dynamite and leave
I made a banger front to back, and another one
And another one, in fact I made a ton of songs
And every one's a heated council flat with the oven on
Sh*t, I even made a stack off a rubbish one
Shut the f**k up c**t, what the f**k is wrong?
Get your finger out my b***er and just run along
It's your mum you need a cuddle from
You don't belong inside the dungeon that I'm coming from
When I kick the bucket you'll find a bunch of needles in my cupboard
'cos I been keeping heat for this bucket
Motherf**k a subject, I talk about a rubber c**t in public
And twitch like I'm drugged up and bump another subject
And I don't give a f**k I never have
I'll chop your nuts off and stuff 'em in a motherf**king leather bag
Slag, I can't lie that's my favourite sound
I say it out without the hatred that you make it 'bout
