CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Try Step

I don't know what he call bars
But he don't sound like ours

I don't know what he call bars
But he don't sound like ours

I don't know what he call bars
But he don't sound like ours

I don't know what he call bars...

Try step
You're full of bull, I'm a bull get a horn through the bicep
Wanna be a matador
Get splattered more than your girlfriends tits, fried eggs
Tellin me one creepin' and crawlin' around
That I'm Peter Parker with nine legs
Look down on you all from the shard
You ain't got the balls to climb up my higher fence
Let's have it right, let's have it right
When me and syanide are grabbing mics
He don't get close to the dagenham-ites
Who's gonna tell me sh*t about braggin' rights
Nobody here I'm aware of, please let me know if you hear of
Anyone Mr. Limb won't take care of before they get aired off
Like the radio died