[Lyric] Blast Off (BNYMC)

[talk shit intermittently]

Look at him go x4

Look at him go
I know it's hard to look at the dog
What does he want, does he need food or something to watch
Will he be rude or ready to box

Who woulda knew he'd bring you a jam
To bump in the car when you getting some ham
Mum on his back cause he don't have a plan
Not making no money? so work with your hands

This is my plan, mumma
I don't wanna work for the man, na-na
I could make that cash when I make these raps
Put food on the plate whole team bounce back

Wanna talk my shit, but it takes to long
I laugh hard when you drop your songs
They're half-assed and you know it dog
Time's up yeah it's time to
[HOOK]
Blast off x2
(look at him go x4)

Blast off, through the stars
Smoke the rocks on mars
Tick up off an alien
And party fuckin' hard. (deep voice)

(look at him go x4)

I know you won't get the memo
I Got thick skin I could walk on lego
But everywhere that I go shows
People round here don't know though

Rap is all about lads right
TN's and having a stab fight
Asking for ciggies from sissie
Before she gets busy with dicking again tonight

Get carried away when I'm flicking my pen
Flipping the scene when I'm getting in bed
Call me an idiot, that isn't petty at all
You won a ticket to gore
Look at the way I line 'em up to fall
Piss in the pot to drive 'em up the wall
Call me a sicko well that is for sure
But I'm a professional, I am insured

[HOOK]
Blast off x2
(look at him go x4)


Blast off, through the stars
Smoke the rocks on mars
Tick up off an alien
And party fuckin' hard