LYRICS:

cabin styles tonight
stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype
i don’t mind what you like
i don’t mind
you take a little something like the piss, dickheads
cabin styles tonight
stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype
i don’t mind what you like
i don’t mind
you take a little something like the piss
listen to the formula, the formula check the formula secret formula
my bioweapon cooking up in the lab

been the farthest father and a bastard
but I’m spars with the harvest
i've got slartibartfast's body-parts in a basket
hardest hearts are sharting deep inside their nasty gold carts
but i’m far from getting started
much more upon the inside like the tardis is,
when i fast i’m alarmist yes
arms out ready for stigmata but fuck all comes
insult your mums
hoof you both your plums just for serving up the wrong rum
my funky knapsack got nothing but slapped knackers for wack rappers
backing up fat data
eavesdropping on hacked chatter
mad hatter on the bad shatter
licking up on that natterjack knacker
so now i’m all anti matter
abracadabra cadaver
paul dangles to your debbie mcgee
now thats magic
i've got bad rabid habits
i get mad with it
fucked like jack rabbits
smack tablets
i didn't graduate
but i’m serving up that brainfood that you might be glad you ate
i’m not bad i’m great
see me cantankerous
point me in the direction of where them bankers is
i’m the shank that snaps off underneath them wankers ribs
i’m that stank that’s rank rising from dank highs under blank skies
my third eye burning deep into yours
whores with thorns in the paws took plenty bites out my sides like jaws
now i’m flawed
spare you all, take long walks by seashores,
thinking “you could either end your life now or stay bored”
all salty hair and peace
finally some fucking sleep
anyone who felt special was cheap
that’s a bad case of wolf and the sheep
but shame ain’t what i feel
more like i’m ill from ODing on these fucking red pills
I’m in constant face offs with eugenicist race toffs
making off with space rocks building hate bots and fake coughs
fuck you mini fuhrers
aint one patch on that uncle
sucked a gun off covered in spunk in a bunker now fuck ya
covert descendants - get’em wet or trampled under
these boots are new ones
guess who’s feet they be fitting snugger
than shell casings round your redesigned playthings
with which i dish out pastings
you will see my point like kings eyes in hastings.
do the maths man.
you ain’t shit
we be coming 9 types of hi def hi def up to your 8 bit
and all you racists gonna hate to say it
but check the message in the tracks on top of kids playlists
bash your door like bailiffs
are you in there?
now wait a minute man
it seems the dice were loaded on that table to begin with
look at the negative you sin with
and all the people that you been with
need-screaming to be seen with
that rolls and the gold rolex
man i’m on the deck
but don’t get stressed or vexed
because you know we eat texmex off the decks
making you stretch your necks
flex your pecs man spoil your hex
like wet sex
calling like full moon to howling
hold my shit together like dowling
drunkenmonkey mic style but nothing like them shaolin
fouling up them airwaves,
slap satan’s hounds for growling
now freeze
racists in stacis
frozen like solo in carbonite hell
no more doing that voodoo that you’ve been doing so well
now tell me, who’s worse?
those who buy? or those who sell?
cabin styles tonight
stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype
i don’t mind what you like
i don’t mind what you like
i don’t mind man
you take a little something like the piss, dickheads

cabin styles tonight
stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype
i don’t mind what you like
i don’t mind
you take a little something like the piss
listen to the formula, the formula
check the formula secret formula
my bioweapon cooking up in the lab