Pea head

Flesh gone buck wild crazy like his name was Ian Paisley...

He's hungry at meal times like war times and rations!
He's gobblin' up goose like it was going out of fashion!
He's like a sprig of parsley embellishin' your fish dish!
He's the number one item on your amazon wishlist!
He's dropping internet dressage like your Mum's first text message!
He's señor sizzle clang clang, watch him massage this sausage!

FEEL THE BURN BONE, FEEL THE BURN. Why does no one get called pea head no more? It's PC gone mad

Anndddd we're back on track with the Monday/Thursday Flesh & Bone prescription, bling dat!

Currently eating : Milky way stars en pouch
Currently drinking : Vodka and Coke (weird call)

Something creepin' out of me

Did a new rap on the megabus, it's my bleakest work to date. Called "something creepin' out of me". Here's the first page of four and a half from my book of rhymes, my book of rhymes...

Somethin' creepin' out of me
Not a piss, not a shit
I know what you're thinkin'
But that ain't it
Nah it's deeper than that
It's past my soul
Nestled up sleeping
A toad in the hole
Damn, a mole in the hole
Yeh, a stoal in the bowl
Such a foal in the hole
And it ain't comin' out
It's locked in tight
I feel so queasy
Nah somethin' ain't right
You can hear it at night
Clawin' the walls
Scratchin' cross-hatchin'
Nah somethin' ain't right
This alien flailin'
Peakin' to the ceiling
Peelin' back down
An' just kneelin', kneelin'
Checkin' it's watch
An' biding it's time
I've been waitin' too long
When will it be mine
But It's his watch not mine
Tho' I wish it was mine
What time is it Trevor?
'Bout time to recline
But it's never that time
I can never be mine
For I'll always be his
Somethin' creepin' out of me
Not a shit nor a piss

It gets intenser and betterer from there on in. New Flesh & Bone tomozz, new one just below this one til then