The Midnight Beast - Another Crap Secret Song lyrics

rate me

Stefan:

Okay, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Howdy partner, my names Stef. Rhymes so bad, I’ll rhyme you to death

My English teacher said I should quit. When I rock the mic, I rock the mic

shit.

Freestyling Stef, that’s my name Being a massive players my game.

If you can’t handle it, I’ll put you in pain. You’ll end up in the hospital

Wayne

Bruce Wayne, that’s what I mean, Batman and the Robin team. With his dick,

that’s his weapon,

weapon of choice.

Hello everybody, my name is Stef. Another introduction, could rhyme you to

death.

The same old words, used again. Recycling that’s my- That’s my art, I’m

good at art

Not good at painting not good at far- noise- Everybody knows that I’m a

really good rapper.

Everybody knows per-rapper, the rapper, the game, on playstation, PS1.

Hello girls let- come to the club, ~Laughing~ we’ll dance, we’ll, we’ll

hug, we’ll kiss, we’ll snog.

1,2,3 I’m the rapper Stefan James Donald John Abingdon, everybody knows

that I’m number

one. In the club I do dances, putting trances, I said that line before

Its recycling, I’ve even recycled the recycling line, motherfucker whoa,

Yeah

Uh, yeah we’re The Midnight Beast, Drew’s allergic to glutton and yeast

Is it useful(?). Glutton, Glutton, Sausages, Glutton. I’m a rapper from the

bad rap

I’m from a bad neighborhood called Fulham. We don’t ~Laughing~

~I can’t think of anymore, Uhm Okay~

Chorus

We can’t rap or freestyle that well

That’s why we make the chorus catchy as hell

We can’t rap and our free-stylings whack

But what do you expect from the secret track

Drew:

~Yeah, funky beats, nasty dirty sex music, and the beat goes and the beat

goes~

My name is Drew and I like to party, I really don’t look like Tom fucking

Hardy

Sometimes my bum goes a little bit farty, but hey ~noise~ Sorry

Arguably the worst rapper alive, but what other rappers still drinking five

alive

Got some daddy issues, have some tissues, thanks mister

And we know that I really be spitting this, lyrical shit, person pitch

Sounds a bit like passion pit, what is this, bloody hell I’m looking at

things in the room for inspiration

Yeah, southwest, you know we’re south best. We rhyme with the. Tightest.

Fly-est.

I’m all alone, you tag along. Now you’re pregnant too, no you’re not.

Whoops did we have sex

I think not ~Laughing~

Weezer, Wheezing, it’s freezing, what the fuck am I doing in this freezer

Everything can rhyme with poo, I once sat on the loo, and I was nude

What is he saying

I’m Andrew Francis Wakley. That’s right, I got a little bit of French in me

Not in me at the bum, just quarter French, if you’re asking, maybe about a

fifth, probably not even that, it’s just Francis really it’s a name

~Laughing~

Chorus

We can’t rap or freestyle that well

That’s why we make the chorus catchy as hell

We can’t rap and our free-styling’s whack

But what do you expect from the secret track

Ash:

~Oh yeah, Okay, Okay, Here we go, Here we go, Here we go with the flow~

Hello girl what’s your name, my name is Ash, I like your name.

Yeah that’s right, I named a name, but what you expect when your rapping

skills are lame

Swagga, Swagga, I’ve got swagga, Hop digga, digga, digga, swagga, swagga,

swagga

Don’t be jealous, ‘cause I’m badder than you, badder than you, sadder than

you, badder than you

What’s my name, my name is Ash, I got loads of cash, I’ve got nappy rash

But what do you expect from a guy from Reading. Rapping skills that aren’t

that very good

I’m a harsh boy rapper from Reading, I’ve got really good bedding . It’s

got really nice feathers in it

It’s really soft, really soft, really soft, really soft. Ba, dagga, ooh.

My name is Mogley, I’m from the jungle. I like to swing, in the trees

I can’t really rap so I make loud noises; ~noises~ Okay ~more noises~

Hop, digga, digga, dagga, dom, badda, boo, sippa, la, ba, da, dagga, ha,

dagga, ooh, skip, ubba, dubba, dabba, sub, bub, la, buzza, buzza, buzza,

buzza, canna, getta, oh, eh, ooh

Bubble gum up my bum, it’s really numb, I gotta get it outta there before

it makes my bum all sticky

Jedward, Jedward, what you gonna do next

How does Eminem rap, so well, because he’s American. And I’m English

~Laughing~

Oh, my god, Ah well

Chrous

We can’t rap or freestyle that well

That’s why we make the chorus catchy as hell

We can’t rap and our free-styling’s whack

But what do you expect from the secret track

Thumbs up, thumbs up, thumb up my bum up ~Laughing~