Whose Next

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Wayne Wonda] The lyrical guy who's part excellence I spar exodus, and visually rhyme to harm retinas Used to be the pupil I'm the new school leader Observing life clearly from my new two seater couch I speak about my trouble and strife Don't mean the wife I mean my struggle in life Trying to juggle this rap stuff, so I act up And throw a tantrum during a show and start to slap fucks I'll clap ducks and pigeons And put my hands up, screaming out 'Scrub Life' While I stick your fans up I'm Wayne Wonda, here's my name and number And tell your girl to give me a call When they be under any type of stress My life's a mess, check the notebook My rhyme's a blessed So all I need to do now is fly the nest I'm not an exam, so I wouldn't try to test Cos fucking with me is plain dumb like cyber-sex I'm an original copy I'm probably wearing The whole crowd's looking at me They're probably staring at this talented asthmatic Yo, who raps static So when you put the needle to groove the wax panics He's talking out his orifice I'm spitting wonder out the pop-shield Never compromise the style for us to drop steel Vulgatron, the one the child is ripping That's my shit done, so who's next to start spitting? [Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron] My shit's highly manouevred, the mans a fantastic fool While you're babbling uncontrollably like a man with a spastic jaw I've met scarier kids than Freddie, masks and plastic claws If I told your arse already what the fuck you asking for? I'll rape, bugger and pillage the whole of your mum's village And I'm not gunna stop fucking til the lot of my cum's finished Diminishing most ogres with the simple bat of an eye Your flows are all sticky like faggots in black tie The free form flow man I fry faggots like fish I'm fishing these phony fuckers and feeding them frozen piss I'm holding the mic close cause flowing's my only wish Watch them in then go in noses and blow from the golden fist I'd rather shift shapes than lift weights, your shit's bait And the reason your gal's late is cause she's fucking your best mate I'm hating your state of being to the core of your existence Another quirky rapper putting up a poor resistance [Refrain] I flow from every Orifice til' Wayne wonders when I'll stop Still vulgar on the verbal With a hunger for the hop, yo It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin' That's my shit done, so whose next to start spittin'? I flow from every Orifice til' Wayne wonders when I'll stop Still vulgar on the verbal With a hunger for the hop, yo It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin' Well that's my shit done, yeah So whose next to start spittin'? [Verse 3: Tau Rai] Eyo, it's Tau Rai Slightly keeping Britain tidy While I swing like a spidey I'm back to blaze again with my amazing friends Make you grin as soon as I can find my pen I don't know where this rhyming ends, so don't ask me Do a Muhammad Ali if they try and draft me You reckon you can take the few, moves on me Man I know Foreign Beggars and beans that give proper headers Got mozzarella and cheddar if bredders are bringin' the beef, yo Fuck vinyl, I'm stalkin' some pop idols More than slightly homicidal with a handful of byros Entered the fame academy, holding a light torch With some gunpowder and tried to sign up as Guy Fawkes Is it my fault my mind's warped? Should I fight with my thoughts? Before I find there's white walls surrounding me There's bound to be repercussions It's like I know that's the deal But right now the engine's running but no one's at the wheel So flow under at wills, feel like I come from the hills Now I'm one with the seal, I come for the kill Tongue hit and chill, still on it mate I go through tracks the proper way Quicker than the USA went through that dossier [Refrain] He's talking out his orifice I'm spitting wonder out the pop-shield Never compromise the style for us to drop steel Vulgatron, the one the child is ripping That's my shit done, so who's next to start spitting? I flow from every Orifice til' Wayne wonders when I'll stop Still vulgar on the verbal With a hunger for the hop, yo It's Tau Rai and Vulgatron just chillin' That's my shit done, so whose next to start spittin'? (Me! Me! My turn, ey, pass the mic, man!)