Professor Green
Professor Green - At your inconvenience lyrics
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(Ahh mate) I’m back, like I never left I’m here at your in-convenience I’m back, like I never left I’m here at your in-convenience (So Steve, Steve, where did you grow up?) Upper Clapton, Hackney (How old were you when you first started rapping?) I was 18 (Who are your major influences?) Are you serious, your mum I ain’t answering anymore of your questions You know what, I have a question Whose idea was it to get in the charts, by rhyming over Hungarian dance music And why would I make dance music, when I can’t dance to it I’m the anecdote to that shit, bringing back this rap shit Soon as I’m done calling this bulimic-a-fat bitch I’ll be saving the day and renegade with a dog, playing fetch Watching him chase a grenade (pow), maybe I should play the same game with Bruno If I ever again get mistaken for a Cluedo, character I’m gonna have to unleash some amateur judo I just took a shit and now I can’t find any loo roll, two flows For everyone that you got, too hot, I do squat, diddily And do more than you do when you do lots, do lots Do women do for me what they do not do for you Maybe it’s got something to do with my new watch That’s it (I’m back) I’m back (Like I never left) Like I never left (I’m here at your) I’m here at your (In-convenience) In-convenience (I’m back) I’m back (Like I never left) Like I never left (I’m here at your) I’m here at your (In-convenience) In-convenience I have a question Why would I beat around the bush or take the scenic route, when I’m a meanie Born to instigate fumes, I’m the morning, midday and evening news and I started a trend Mike got his teeth fixed too, (Mike Skinner) if you’re wondering where I’ve been at Kicked back with a six-pack, of becks on a bench, sunbathing in a hijab Give me a Tic-Tac, I just had a pack of Nik Naks, thanks Now I’ll turn you into a kebab with my pick-axe, mish, mash, mosh-pit Whenever I drop shit, it’s hot shit, I just won a race with an ostrich Obnoxious, preposterous, looney, a damn nutter If I ever see Rooney anywhere near my Grandmother (ah) I live life without an ounce of logic, I like my wrist so much I spent a house deposit on it, vomit and then I drink more wine, then I broke a bowl And hope the Hospital gives me morphine, how do you spend your time (I’m back) I’m back (Like I never left) Like I never left (I’m here at your) I’m here at your (In-convenience) In-convenience (I’m back) I’m back (Like I never left) Like I never left (I’m here at your) I’m here at your (In-convenience) In-convenience I don’t have a question, nope When it comes to competition, I’m burying them, better to bury them Then have them getting lairy again, they want it with me like they want it with Malaria Like Wayne Bridge wants to be John Terry’d again I developed an obsession with Caroline Flack I wouldn’t mind having a go on Caroline’s, actually, I promise to never be so vulgar To never mention putting my cobra inside of Anna Kournikova, I swear (I’m back) I’m back (Like I never left) Like I never left (I’m here at your) I’m here at your (In-convenience) In-convenience (I’m back) I’m back (Like I never left) Like I never left (I’m here at your) I’m here at your (In-convenience) In-convenience I think I’ve got it out of my system now (You sure?) I am once again ready to answer questions (Good, cause there’s so much I’ve been wanting to ask you) About 8 inches (What?)