Faceache - Aspects

Splurge, contagion

Feels like the days of Reagan, Bush and Noriega

Tories, no Labour

Do us a favour, end user

You’re not looking down the barrel of a shooter

Just a note attached to your hooter

Ride a taxi, highfaluter

Some youths make the drop on a scooter

Engaged, proverbial;

Socialite types, seduced by bright lights;

Ugly sisters sniffing the cistern lids stooped in piss

(God forbid they missed a bit)

Meanwhile a fiend your place —

Scumbags still smoke the base

Entire villages are being displaced

Kidnap rings are in place

To fund this

Ho hum, have fun kids!

Don’t ask why I take umbridge

I sound harsh, yeah that may be

But I see this arseholes sipping fair trade tea!

Septums erased by devour dust;

Faces look like Shane Macgowan does

Until it’s lights out, like power cuts

Aspects: the rap gods empowered us

In your mirrors, I see cowardice

You rack it up and act like you’re powerless

Why’d you think them blokes mugged your mum?

To get the funds to pay those who run drugs and guns

Ugly

Ping!

Pow!

Boom!

Face.

Ache.

Face.

Ache

Ugly

Ping!

Pow!

Boom!

Face.

Ache.

Face.

Ache

Look who snuck back

Eyebrows plucked

Earlobes waxed like I give a fuck

Nice strip of spray-tan down my ass-crack

Gucci, skinny jeans my nutsack

like my brain, peaking out my ears

Hiding in the rain, never once shed a tear

Eyelash dyed, papparazz' befriended

Shouting out «Hoes!»

cause my name was trending

Slang and the swagger than the next man

Catch my real accent when I talk to me nan

See a girl dem flop wanna rock dem pow

Bust her in the head, she never answer back now

Plus the self-confidence, plus the inner pride

Be the bigger man now my crew get a ride

Fuck the fans, rules and stereotypes

I pick up the mic and believe my own hype

I’m ugly

Damn right I’m ugly

You couldn’t give a crackhead drugs to fuck me

Grown men grimace and women suck teeth

The birthing nurse mistook my face for butt cheeks

The first face ache in the case book

For men who only poke girls on Facebook

It’s a disgrace the way my face look

I fell face-first from every tree they shook

Villagers follow with pitchforks and torches

Everywhere I go, doors swing on empty porches

I’m a toast of the party?

Hardly!

They’d rather receive Biz Markie’s car keys

Yo, I’m used the knock-backs

I serenaded Ann Widdecombe in a jock strap

And to be honest I was shocked I got slapped

Just another case of the kettle calling pot black

«What's that?!»

all the kids scream

When my mask slips and my face is seen

It’s obscene as a racist dream

Call Geoff Capes for my facelift, please!

I’m ugly like the truth is, stupid

And the truth is I make Ken Dodd look toothless

I make Cupid useless

I really don’t give two shits

Cause I’m ugly

I am a ugly person

I am a very ugly person