Into the Ground - Professor Green

Before I’m done I’mma run this, run this

Before I’m done I’mma run this, run this

Before I’m done I’mma run this, run this

Before I’m done I’mma run this town into the ground

Dilute me, water me down, how?

There’s more chance of me courting a cow

Disappeared, last seen walking around

At 27 with a sign saying 40 and proud

Does Katie look like Amy, or Amy look like Katie?

What the fuck are these cosmetic surgeons creating?

I’d never imagined shagging a mannequin

But that vajazzle is, so bedazzling

I want the light skinned chick from the Misfits

To pull my pants down and tell me if this fits

When I say I’m a big prick;

it’s my dick talking

I can’t help it, I’m a bit of a dipstick

Sadistic, come on cunts!

Insult me, I insist

A dimwit with a dick covered in lipstick on the prowl

Walking around zipper down;

dick sticking out!

Who wants to fuck with me now?

A half-wit with a fringe started it and he’s stuck with me now

I’m hunting him down

Wow, how could he accuse me of clucking over Krusty the clown?

You’re in trouble, prick, I’m in a muddle, prick

Is that your chick or Mick Hucknell, prick?

Dick, minge, you puss

I pray for the day that I find him face down in that ginger bush

Imagine cheating on your wife

Footballers are as sleazy as you like

Imagine sleeping with the wife of another

Imagine sleeping with the wife of your brother

Imagine if I said Imogen, I may do

If I hate you, for me to name and shame you ain’t nothing

So make a mistake and say something, nothing

Not even an injunction with a cape could save you

I don’t say this to all the girls, just you, because I trust you

Come here slut, I need a drug mule

I do these things because it’s fun to

I don’t need a mule for drugs

I just wanted to see if you were in love enough to put drugs up you

Now you got a clunge full of munk and mushrooms

I really can’t believe you called my bluff

I ain’t fingering your chick, I’m looking for my drugs

Why think about what I say?

I say what I feel

Women call me rapey, I say cop a feel

The worst day on this earth was the day I got a deal

I ain’t been the same since the day I dropped a pill

I ain’t lost appeal, I got appeal though

Spit hard, kick rhymes with a steel toe

Cap, been bad with a real flow

Back, intact and I’m still pro, rah!

Your opinions aren’t shit to me

I couldn’t give a fuck what you think of me

I may contradict myself as I change and I grow

Though my bet’d be I’ll be this way till I’m old

From when I was young I’ve been too long in the tooth

I ain’t down with the trumpets;

I ain’t quirky or cool

If I’ve offended you and you’re coming to get me

Just know if I’m going to hell, you’re coming with me