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> (Original lyrics posted were for another song, "I love work". The lyrics for this song aren't on the net - I've transcribed them myself, so they may not be completely accurate in one or two spots.)
I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake
'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late
With a great mental state and a date with destiny
I rolled down the block without a copper even stressin' me
Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket
It's coming into summer, and the weather's ****ing wicked
So I figured I'd be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dipper's ******* and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my arse like a council worker
Reminiscing about being pissed off about
My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse
Before my change of fortune
Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon
Since your mama's on the head of my knob
And it's better than heading to my dead-end job
Because the boss was a cockhead (when I was a clerk)
So I clocked him - and now I don't work
It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche,
coz
I am the greatest! (..like Cassius Clay)
I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty
(Figjam!)
**** I'm good, just ask me
I couldn't give a **** about your corporate hierachy
(Figjam!)
**** I'm good, just ask me
I can't believe how good I am, I'm the mother****ing man x4
I walk around in track-and-thongs
****ed off a buck-of-bongs
If you don't like it, you can come suck a long
..****! 'Cause I'm flipped off, all the way to hip hop
I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock
But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it
And my lyrics make you wanna read a book a lit'
Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it right for the iron chef!
(That's why I'm deaf, up to the high clef)
(Figjam!)
And that's a fact, that Chief Wiggum and the fact
That neva laggards like a magic pack of Tim Tams
Where the buck stops and you suck and i don't give-a-damn, sucking on the cut
They should call me Edward Scissorhands
So give a hand for me and my associates
(You suck!)
Well that's just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, *****
I'm from the Ip-a, switch
Side of town, don't forget to write it down
(West side, ey!)
What the ****? It ain't gangster rap!
Think you're tougher, then you probably suffer wanker's cramp (?)
And I'll thank you to **** right off
Professional ****wits, take one night off
I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
(Figjam!)
**** I'm good, just ask me
As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me
(Figjam!)
**** I'm good, just ask me
I can't believe how good I am, I'm the mother****ing man x4
I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
(Figjam!)
**** I'm good, just ask me
Kicking arse in the cha, but you can't ask me
(Figjam!)
**** I'm good, just ask me
I just had a ********* with ya moma and your aunty
(Figjam!)
**** I'm good, just ask me
And they're coming back this arvo for the bukkake party
(Figjam!)
My **** is bigger than a wigwam!
And you can see my peepee three feet behind my tv
And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up
(And these ***** need a shake up)
I'm a jet-setter, go-getter, but I got a vendetta
Just got a death threat over the phone
Better go lay low, underground, like a bilby
(Figjam!)
Chill man, people wanna kill me!
But I don't let that bullshit sweat me
I'm at yo mama's if you wanna come and get me,
You shady ****. I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck
You wanna stop me? You wanna do it properly
Ah ****, somebody shot me.