(Segment of Old Bogbrush and Postman song plays, then fades out)

Two threatening guys go round the outside
Round the outside
Round the outside

Two threatening guys go round the outside
Round the outside
Round the outside

Guess who's crap
Talkin' s**t
Postman's crap
Kick him in
Guess who's crap
Guess who's crap
Guess who's crap
Guess who's crap (fading out and slowed down)
Guess who's crap
Guess who's crap
Guess who's crap

I've created a nuisance, cause nobody wants to see Postman no more
They want blood, I'm chopped liver
Well if you wanna try, this is what I'll give ya
My new CD mixed with some hard jigga
Some jivin' that'll piss off ya mom quicker
Than a glock when your shot at the hospital
By a rap superstar who is contemplating
B**ging ya eldest sister while she's m*****bating (hey!)
You wanted me gone, now start ya wailing
Cause I'm back, on the track and aggra-vating
I know you think I'm crude young lady
But my mental stability isn't compensating
So the girlie girliez won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They try to kill ma bad ass constantly
Seems their so much happier without me
So, bring on the fists, try to tear me to bits
Get your boyfriends to tear apart my abusive lips
And get ready, cause this shits about to get heavy
Cuz I'm over all my hang-ups, f**k you Jamie!

Now this looks like the end of me
Cuz everybody's takin' shots at me
And dey don't want my obscenities
Cuz the world's so happy without me
Now this looks like the end of me
Cuz everybody's takin' shots at me
And dey don't want my obscenities
Cuz the world's so happy without me

In all fairness, I'm just very rebellious
Feel like giving all the flack givers a broken pelvis
Instead of takin' shit and feeling helpless
Till I come along on my album and yell B**CH!
It frees me, helps to ease me
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airways
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact I got all a y'all pissed off so fast
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
That you hate so damn much of my stuff you shot at me
Well I'm crap, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
And I'm never gonna stop f**kin' off ya b*****ds eva!
Giving in an', sitting in the corner to whimper
My rap may be s**t, but yours is far limper
I'm so insulting, my words deemed disgusting
For Rappin' the lyrics that you find revolting
Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Heres ma ten bullets, ma first two are free
Say what? Who shot? You shot at me!

Now this looks like the end of me
Cuz everybody's takin' shots at me
And dey don't want my obscenities
Cuz the world's so happy without me
Now this looks like the end of me
Cuz everybody's takin' shots at me
And dey don't want my obscenities
Cuz the world's so happy without me!

A duck, a swerve, all your bullets missed
Fired by bro's who feel they've been dissed
I ain't racist, me and Bogbrush really hate that s**t
Worse than those teeny boppin' girlie girl b**ches!
And Bryony? Ya lyins become ya priority
Made me miserable like you had authority
You didn't know me, I was fine, till you showed
Thank god you moved away so I could just let go
Now take aim, don't let me escape now
Or I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
Cuz I been writing ma lyrics plain and simple
Ever since Flynn turned out to be Mr. Sprinkles!
But sometimes my s**t just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting
But it's just me I'm just obscene
(whey!)And I know there's worse things than goin' round cursing
Cuz I don't practice half of those things
That I state in that which I sing
Used it all to get the bling-bling
Hey, here's a thought for you jerks
Several million other people do stuff far worse
But despite the amount of a**holes in society
You think the world's so happy without me!

Now this looks like the end of me
Cuz everybody's takin' shots at me
And dey don't want my obscenities
Cuz the world's so happy without me
Now this looks like the end of me
Cuz everybody's takin' shots at me
And dey don't want my obscenities
Cuz the world's so happy without me

FLYNN!!



DJ Bogbrush & The Dark Postman