DREGG - BUTTERSCOTCH BISCUITS [Official Music Video]

Debut album ‘The Art Of Everything’ out October 18th Preorders on sale now - LYRICS: I put my dick in a vice and now it’s flat I ate too much Kentucky Fried Chicken, now I’m fat I travelled all the way down to hell and now I’m back If I put two sentences together and they rhyme then that’s a wrap If you clap back at me then I will take it as applause I have got a really big sack like Santa Clause (damn son) I have got a really big sack like Randy Marsh In that episode of South Park when he tried to microwave his own balls I don’t know how to do gutturals Way too meta for my own good Butterscotch Biscuits Half of ya’ll are rich kids Did this on my own This commitment is a sickness Check this All these metalcore singers live at home with their parents Rah, big scream That shit don’t even scare us Gimme A D for anti depressants We ain’t on the same shit, so don’t compare us Pay no taxes Put failure off as I beat the drum Ignore these rashes Their jelly made of petroleum Rub salt in gashes Through meditation trump temptation Consequence after Act now Think about it when it’s done Who the fuck are you trying to tame this beast? Don’t take the blade out, just weaponise your fears Weaponise your fears Weaponise your fears Weaponise your fears Weaponise your militant ideas What makes you so punk? You scream ‘fuck the man’ while riding his junk Aye What makes you so punk? You scream ‘fuck the man’ then you gag on his cock, motherfucker (Oi oi oi oi oi) Aye Ima’ misgender the pope Aye I don’t pretend to be woke Aye Ima’ put hands on a random and hold them for ransom I’m out of control Aye Ima’ do this ’til I go grey Ima’ drop this then I’m ghost Wraith I get the drip like Poseidon The chakras aligning The timing is perfect I switch up the flow And they already know that the thoughts are mechanical Mind of their own My head in my phone Looking up how to untangle my headphones But I got the AirPods in Something is wrong I get so bored I get ignored I put in effort and see no reward So I’m done acting like I give a fuck when I don’t give a fuck No I don’t give a fuck anymore So I will never zip up my fly Both my shoes are now untied I just taught myself to dance Took a Xanny with my pride Project ‘Homo Homocide’ Should I kill the other side? It’s my toxic masculinity What good is it? Now die Carpal tunnel from crushing your mind in palm of my hand And I’m kind of glad that I damaged that idea there Cause it sucks Lose control of the narrative No one knows like the pyramids Some would think it’s embarrassing Man, I don’t give two fucks Pay no taxes Put failure off as I beat the drum Ignore these rashes Their jelly made of petroleum Rub salt in gashes Through meditation trump temptation Consequence after Act now Think about it when it’s done What makes you so punk? You scream ‘fuck the man’ then you gag on his cock, bitch _____________________________________________ Produced & Engineered by Zakary Thom Co-Produced & Engineered by Jamie Marinos Drum Tracking & Editing by Declan White Mixed & Mastered by Lance Prenc Directed / DOP / Edited / VFX / Colour Graded - Josh Hickie © DREGGmusic 2024.