Lyrics Runny Egg - Local , Window Kid , Vibe Chemistry , Example

Fat sausage, sunny and a runny egg

I said ugh, minging, filthy, stinking
This one's dirty like a crackhead's kitchen
I was sipping, whiffing, 40 pound ticking
I was broken, Tesco's nicking chicken

Locks on my vandal, gamble, Amstore
Screwball, and I scramble
Jingle and I jangle
So if you need the vibes, just give me a bell though
I told her that my name was Elro, well though

You sure that's Coke?
Fuck no's junk
'Cause I feel all wonky
I'm gonna' pop to smoke
I got two ticks on me
I lost them both
So I asked this worldy
What was your issue?
It was a joke
Can you lend me a five for that

Just emptied the fruity twice
Popped to the bar
Fuck her ice
Caught eyes with a girl that's nice
What she bought, then bought it twice
I might be the awkward type
But I can fix that with a bag that's white
If you try call that guy and he don't text back
Then ring that twice

I met this Slater girl, I think her name was Kat
And I think she's fit, but she probably thinks I'm fat
And it probably doesn't help that I'm a massive twat
But I do have a butcher, and his name is Pat (Pat)

I'm a mishap with a hit-flask
And a Kit Kat and a six-pack
And some shit chat and a chick that got a big back
But right now I'm on my own, I'm linking with the lads later
So I'll have two pints of Guinness please, thanks waiter
(Thanks waiter, thanks waiter, thanks waiter, thanks waiter)
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, sausage sunny and a runny egg

Fat sausage, where you stick it?
Tell her check her back pocket
Wrong socket then I take your mic and run to stage, rocket
Here's one for your nostril, call me Nostradamus
Catch me with the actors, and the gangsters, and the pranksters, and the weed farmers

I'm your favorite dealer celebrity, and as I say this one
Just pay me some
I don't care what beat, what playlist, play this one
Just swiftly do a jager bomb with Kaylee's son, and Rv John
Then Taylor Swift Inside the booth toilet with your baby mom

Hi hi hi hi hi