The Deeper You Dig · Track 4

Figjam

[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake
'Til the afternoon, because i slept in late
With a great mental state and a date with destiny
I rolled down the block without a copper even stressin' me
Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket
It's coming into summer, and the weather's fucking wicked
So I figured I'd be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my arse like a council worker
Reminiscing about being pissed off about
My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse
Before my change of fortune
Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon
Said your mama's on the head of my knob
And it's better than heading to my dead-end job
Because the boss was a cockhead when I was a clerk
So I clocked him – and now I don't work
It's beautiful day, and I can use the cliche,
coz
I am the greatest! (..like Cassius Clay)

[Chorus]
I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty
(Figjam!)
Fuck i'm good, just ask me
I couldn't give a shit about your corporate hierachy
(Figjam!)
Fuck i'm good, just ask me

I can't believe how dope I am, I'm the motherfucking man
I can't believe how dope I am, I'm the motherfucking man
I can't believe how dope I am, I'm the motherfucking man
I can't believe how dope I am, I'm the motherfucking man

[Verse 2]
I rock around in trucker-thongs
Fucked off of bucket bongs
If you don't like it, you can come suck a long
..dick! 'Cause I'm Brit Pop, all the way to hip hop
I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock
But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it
And my lyrics make you wanna read the book-a-let'
Don't – 'cause I'm cooking it right like the iron chef!
That's why I'm def now to the high clef

(Figjam!)
My raps are fat, like Chief Wiggum and the fact
They never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams
We're the duck's nuts and you suck, and I don't give a damn
So good on the cut
They should call me Edward Scissorhands

So give a hand to me and my associates
(You suck!) Well that's just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, bitch
I'm from the Ip-a, switch
Side of town, don't forget to write it down
‘Westside’ What the fuck? It ain't gangster rap!
Think you're tougher, then ya probably suffer wanker's cramp
And I'll thank you to fuck right off
Professional fuckwits, take one night off

[Chorus]
I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
(Figjam!)
Fuck i'm good, just ask me
As a concept your intellect can't grasp me
(Figjam!)
Fuck i'm good, just ask me

[Chrous]
I got the stylin’ profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
(Figjam!)
Fuck i'm good, just ask me
Kicking arse in the chart, but you can't class me
(Figjam!)
Fuck i'm good, just ask me
I just had a threesome with ya mama and your aunty
(Figjam!)
Fuck i'm good, just ask me
And they're coming back this arv' for the bukkake party
(Figjam!)

[Bridge]
My dick is bigger than a wigwam!
And you can see my peepee three feet above a teepee
If you are getting very sleepy, wake up
(These cunts need a shake up)

[Verse 3]
I'm a jet-setter, go-getter, but I got a vendetta
Just got a death threat over the phone
Better go lay low, underground, like a bilby
(Figjam!)
Chill man, people wanna kill me!
But I don't let that bullshit sweat me
I'm at yo mama's if you wanna come and get me,
You shady fuck. I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck
You wanna stop me? You'd wanna do it properly
[Blam blam]
Ah fuck, somebody shot me.