Zero Fux - Lunar C, Manga, Jehst

Yo, listen

Lunar, Manga, Jehst, yes, yo

You’re not on a badman ting, you play badminton

Don’t be acting tough, better pack that in

'Cause that shit’s done

If you don’t know you better ask someone about me

Second album still putting out heat

My patience is running out

These MC’s get boxed in the fanny

I’m sat back watching the Grammys

Like what about me?

I don’t know why they keep hating

But they don’t ever wanna see Jake win

And I see MC’s faking

Tryna pull a fast one like speed dating

Anything, I flip this cash

Been doing bits and bats

Little bit of this and that

Told her I don’t wanna sit and chat

Na I just wanna link and smash

And my nose don’t grow like Pinnochio

No, no, no, no, this is facts

Told her I’m a real boy, no strings attached

You ain’t ever been this bad

Album sounding like a Best Of

You should probably get a desk job

And your girlfriend’s pussy smells

Like white people’s dreadlocks

Fresh out of fucks to give

I am, techy techy with the flows init

Deadly deadly, I just go kill it

Pricks wanna run their lips

God damn, tell them bitches mind their own business

They took the piss, I rubbed their nose in it

Fresh out of fucks to give

I am, definitely better than everybody

Even though I’m slyly blue like cyan

Or suttin

Grime royalty, you can’t kill me like Diane

That’s bait and rude actually

Fuck it like the island of Thailand

That was smart, geography and that

Local, still

I’m definitely butters and I still get girls

Dr. Bruckitup and Dr. Dolittle

When I speak to a goat, I talk to myself

Under arrest, they’re forcing theirselves

Hype on the net but they’re bored, I can tell

How many times can you rhyme drip with drip, on Snap recording yourself

Add me, best on this ting, don’t at me

Actually I’m really cold like Ashley

Get that quickly

bar, got a bad B

And how your watch is dear like Bambi

That’s hard, they were never challenging, tag beef

Yeah man, love that, mandem gas me

I’m losing the will to live

What type of shit is this?

Bruv, fuck

Fresh out of fucks to give

I am, techy techy with the flows init

Deadly deadly, I just go kill it

Pricks wanna run their lips

God damn, tell them bitches mind their own business

They took the piss, I rubbed their nose in it

Fresh out of fucks to give

Yo, these MC’s pop corn, that’s Butterkist

Right now I’m fresh out of fucks to give

Wish it didn’t have to come to this

But I’m coming to your crib where your father and your brother and your sister

and your auntie and your uncle and your cousins live

Your mother’s right here while I’m writing

Got a bud like beer in the backwards

For the Buzz Lightyear that I’m lighting

This that shit

The smell and the sound loud, that’s how lives

It’s that piff, smoke in the air, nose following the scent like Bisto kids

Did a few bits in your bits

Made a few ends in your ends

Might’ve had a little fling with your bit

But I ain’t never made friends with your friends

You’re begging it, that mayo got egg in it

The recipe ain’t got no sweg in it

Better never say shit to my face 'cause I’m fresh out of fucks to give

So celibate

That’s a chastity belt

Clash any sound for the champion belt

These yout’s might get lashed with the belt

'Cause if it isn’t heard then it has to be felt