[Hook:]
99 problems but a b**h ain't one (Kobe)
But did you burn this God damn house right down? (Sophie)
Throw something at ya just for acting dumb (Naomi)
Show them paparazzi my bogies for being nosey
Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D
Yeah, I D.O till I O.D
Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D
I D.O till somebody call the police
Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D
Yeah, I D.O till I O.D
Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D
I D.O till somebody call the police
[Verse 1:]
Knock knock, who's there?
Your daddy's worst nightmare
I'm mile high club flying, them other rappers Ryanair (I swear)
How the hell do I say this sh**?
How the hell do I say this sh**?
How the hell do I say this sh**?
How the hell do I get away with this?
Pardon me if I swear
[?] f**ing yeah
A lot of s**, d** and rock and roll
But the doctors say I'm all clear
Got girls over there
Got girls over there
By the time the night is over they're gonna be in their underwear
All my greedy people get ugly
Specs on like I study
Break her heart if she love me
If you ain't on the jury don't judge me
My favourite pair of cheap Monday's
My belt Crocodile Dundee
I got David Becks on my undies
And I got a girl that lives in your country, ho
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I want to scream but I'm baritone
I'm f**ing lean and I'm Sharon Stone
Straight up your Ali G, Sacha Baron Cohen
Alright I'm doing Ellie's mansion up in [?]
Tell the groupies no camera phones
It costs a lot to wear rags and bones
[?]
And bring back the bunch of tiger loans
We run this city like marathons
Disturbing London bang-a-thon
[?]
When I bang a blonde to a Cameron song
My sane people go mental
Crazy people go gentle
What you call it? Shut up prick, I call it experimental
I'm one of the UK's most influential
I don't really give a f** if I offend you
And I've got a piece of wood in my trousers girl, which is really easy to a**emble
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah I D.O. till I O.D
On my Nintendo playing Mario and Yoshi
Yeah ordered some mutton
I'm teaching Gordon Ramsey how to make a [?]
I put diamonds in my rose wreath
Cleanup on aisle five to mosh pits in row three
Put your f**ing hands up like a goalie
I O.D. on Ozs but this is poetry