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letra de stir fried - ramson badbonez

[verse 1]
the very second that i walked through the door
i saw the dirty drawers on the floor
cluttered with junk, dust and fungus on the skirtboards
the kitchen’s off limits, shut the fridge quick
sewer water pungent stink, blobs of hair blocking up the sink
leftovers getting cosy and rock solid
they’ll serve you bowls of slop porridge if you’re not watching
coco pops slurping, no clean knives, forks or spoons
putrid pot noodles with the burgers burning
attempted, tried, failed, to k!ll that stale type smell
that’s got the neighbours quite pale
rotten cakes and limescale
yoghurts with balled up tissues in ’em
all the kids are into mischief
up until their itty bitty shih tzu bit them
and by the way, watch the microwave
full of trays of tired toddlers
we need to wipe their eye boogers
stubborn grease stuck up in the oven and the stove
covered up in sc-m and growth
would you like a cuppa? no!
bl–dy tampons, thongs and strap-ons
you’ve ran out of lightbulbs now you can’t turn the lamp on
coloured grills, lumpy milk, humming kind of funny
still munching frankfurters, fry ups, dry and funky
she needs to put them kids in school
they’re getting high for free untidily
off the ripe and skunky fumes in the living room
checking my shoe, oi! somebody crack the window open!
it stinks of stir fried sh-t, light your spliffs my smokers

[scratches] x2
“it looks like….”
“smells like…”
“get your last breath stolen…”

[verse 2]
the whole yard is f-cked side down, the b-tters mums on drugs
old mould in cups and mugs grown bugs on rugs
dried cider and ashtrays full up of f-g b-tts
overflowing bog water, crack crust
sisters b-tching badly, whipping up saltfish and ackee
slipping on squidgy nappies, linking up with mr. hanky
untrained puppies licking off of dinner plates
into playing, rip apart the bin on any given day
silky spider webs, gone off bread and eggs
red blotches on your head, smelly cat inside the bed
she smokes rollies found down the side of the sofa
i looked around and clocked the flies swimming in my cold corona
go and put them kids in school
they’re getting high for free, untidily
off the ripe and skunky fumes in the living room
checking my shoe, ay! somebody crack the window open!
it stinks of stir fried sh-t, re-light your spliffs my smokers

[scratches] x2
“it looks like….”
“smells like…”
“get your last breath stolen…”

- ramson badbonez

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