Super Happy

Name another rapper fucking with my forte Dabbla getting more play, all you man are fruitier than sorbet And more debatable than asexual orgasms My debut album came with everything that yours hasn't More than happy to spoilt it, smoking an oily Banging homosexual women in a unisex toilet Whats the point in this voice if I can't record it Claim to be reporting the truth but it sounds distorted No ones hanging on long enough to absorb it Cause basically the story your telling is smelling of bullshit We call it coke and buzz it, you better hope he doesn't Ultimately revolting, let's keep it cosy cousin Look at the flows he bussing, he's so exciting There's never been nothing like him at writing But it's all over nothing All I need is some cans and a room to stand up in Dash a couple dozen grams up in my fan oven Your hands shoving the wrong man So understand Dabbla don't belong in a programme that's a damn something (Hook) It's that shit that makes me happy Really happy, truly happy It's that shit that makes me happy Proper happy, super happy AKA rap's last resort has collapsed and he can't walk Strapped to a large board on his back with a jarred jaw Flashed to the last door, getting lashed on the dance floor Looking fucked tucking into a bag full of bath salts Peak journey at 3.30 you need surgery Deep dirty and each journey is weach worthy Staring like meerkat's, tearing up the beer mats Fist in the air, twisting the earwax It's all rinsable, rappers you ain't invisible You sound wack you've abandoned all of your principles We ain't cool anymore, you've become cringeable You need to have a word with your fam and your gang of imbeciles Stop fucking about with the unswindable or catch one in the mouth at the next interval Unthinkable, fate that's unsinkable Wait til I bump into you, you know I will (Hook) Cause that's that shit that makes me happy Really happy, truly happy That's that shit makes me happy Proper happy, super happy That's that shit makes me happy Really happy, truly happy That's that shit makes me happy Proper happy, super happy Oh yeah, you better remember the name if your'e gonna enter the game You can label it what you want but never can call it the same My team are on production, a gang of four minute chain Ladies grab your mans balls for Hip Hop all in the name If I have to drag myself through the mud or crawl in the rain (I will!) Forget these other people that keep on stalling the train (For real!) Maybe their conflicting opinions sort of to blame Maybe drugs ain't the way I should deal with all of the pain (ill!) Life is crazy, it's fucked and we're all in it If just for a small minute, we rush for that cool finish False spirit, you're torn and it's all image We're born with a false limit, the status report digit Balls deep in this plot and it's all spinny We're rotting and talk silly on top of a small city Then bop with a short shimmy It's froth and it's all swilly And hotter than pork chilli Now walk with me! (Hook) Cause that's that shit that makes me happy Really happy, truly happy That's that shit makes me happy Proper happy, super happy That's that shit makes me happy Really happy, truly happy That's that shit makes me happy Really happy, truly happy