DJ Yoda - The Brush-Off lyrics

[Intro] Get your dental floss ready Get your toothbrush loaded And ready for action! Now peace to the streets Peace to (Jan Dawes?) I spit relief from beef police transporters Like England supporters at an away game Certain Spanish fans get duffed up in the mel'e Way-hey! You need straightening out A racist in braces But you're tasteless On this basis Shut that hole where your cake is Got raps on tap like where your toothpaste is You need a breath mint Your mum needs two She melted every breathalizer she breathes through People cross the road when they see you You're no stunt man Your breath's f**in' evil I feel faint (Why?) Your breath peels paint That's why I asked you around to redecorate Introduce your tooth to the brush and Stop steaming up the windows on the bus [Chorus - repeat x2] It's the brush-off It's the cut-off A point for everything we've had enough of It's the brush-off You need to shove off This for everyone we've had enough of You're a Colgate smile away from 8 mile Wait while you brush before you freestyle I know a tooth fairy who's very poor You supplied more ivory than she could afford Even your teeth wonder where the f** your gums are It's like having a conversation with Mumra Call a dentist Call a priest Your breath it Tests belief It ain't hard to smell I excel Gargle well You get a wide berth like smurfs from Gargamel It's getting nasty (Party?) (Parsley?) You wanna kick sixteen don't ask me It's like E.T., When you're eating Phoned your home and... (It's been quarantined.) In all honesty Breath-wise mate You're well past your warranty [Chorus] Beef with the elite (Delish?) of Hampstead Heath (Shush there) North and South There's a taste of Bristol streets Where you can choose to chew fat Or spit it with the best of us And moderately on all conservative estimates You anoraks Here's a byte for your Apple Macs Forget bluetooth, yellow and plaque attacks Snackin' on Caramacs I'm happy in a habitat One love to Yoda and I'm ghost like Ya**er Arafat You're left bereft of breath control Travellers evicted you from Glastonbury Festival It's cause your tongue is hairier than your testicles Forget a toothbrush Call pest control! Your breath's so sick It sick stinks Even when you lip-sync it stinks When you begin to speak I squint and blink You shower the listener like a squid spits ink [Chorus]