Eminemmylou - Fuck Tha Fuckin' Lot Of Yas lyrics

Brighton male hip hop, yeah,

like monkeys up a tree

Swinging apes with mouths agape

and zero poetry

Cliche after boring, their rhymes

soon get you snoring

They got no fight, their beats are lite

They scratch like kittens in the nite

Brighton male hip hop, yeah, so fuckin' whattery

Brighton male hip hop,

nah, it's not good for you or me

It just appeals to one or two guys,

all of 'em lobotomized

Or so they fuckin' should be

But hey, give 'em the benefit

of the doubt,

they can't rap or rhyme or do fuck owt,

they can't even get a mofo job but

They're good at opening their big phat

gob

Brighton male hip hop, yeah,

who'd want to go see 'em

Their crowds are sparse,

no-one can bear 'em

Their audience has to be dragged in

by a hearse

(poor fuckin' punters, please spare 'em)

They just love each other,

male Brighton hip hop crews

They scratch each other's backs,

and screw each others trews

Brighton male hip hop, nah,

I'm giving it a miss

Slipjam B is the death of kiss, the death

of life and all good stuff

You go there once, and think blimey

enough's enough

Where's the soul, where's the style,

where's originality?

But hey they're babies, they've still

got their virginality

Can they help but wank around with all

that bum fluff mucking up the sound

Non conformists, my arse, they're so

staid they make you weep

Boring after cliche, their lyrics make you

not only sleep

but wanna creep into a coffin jezus did these guys go to school

or did they just stay hom sick coughing, being coddled by their mamas,

'cause their command of language is

worse than Norfolk farmers

Ooh aarrhh, ooh aaarh eh, Brighton

male hip hop they got fuck all to say

(Thats right!)