[Lyric] Mozzie Drop That (The Buzz)

[Intro: B-Ball]
The smell of piss is starting to smell like decent bacon
Hello, we're the Sleaford Mods

[Verse: M-Sack, F-Word]
This song is for all the haters
Whether you’re traitors, skaters, waiters, dictators, or collaborators
Even refrigerators
We're coming for you while we're smoking paper

The weed drops deep as does my ade
I never sleep, ’cus to sleep is the mum of grade
Beyond the walls of sitars, life is defined
I think of Bowsette when I'm in a Bristol statе of mind

Hope the grade
Got somе trade
My cascade don't like no dirty shade
Run up to the aid and get the blade

What more could you ask for?
The crispy weed?
Gotta love it though
Somebody still speaks for the breed
I can't take the haters, can't take the lollipop
I woulda tried to beat, I guess I got no drop

When I was young, my mum had a read
I was kicked out without no lead

I never thought I'd see that feed
Not a soul on Earth that could take my mum's breed

The jumper drops deep as does my hoodie
I never run, 'cus to run is general of hoodie
Beyond the walls of Christmas fear life is defined
I think of pebbles when I’m in a bedroom state of mind

Hope the block got some walk
My stock don’t like no dirty talk, run up to the block and get some cock
What more could you ask for, a white jumper?
Gotta love it though somebody still speaks for the thumper

Tall, short, viridescent like a pebble
Boy I told you, I thought you were a kebble

Can't take the hunger, can’t take the rock
I would've tried to jump, I guess I got no block

I was kicked out, without my jebble
I never thought that I would see that kebble
Ain't no soul alive that could take my general's treble
Astronomical mug is quite the bug