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lyrics
Legs: I’m out for the P I E/
You can tell by the look in my E Y E/
I won’t give up, until I D I E/
Cos kids like me wanna be B I G/
I won’t let it cool down I’ll just burn my tongue/
And I couldn’t care less for where it’s from/
Whether it’s fresh or whether it’s been there for long/
It gets set upon cos I’m fairly young/
And I’m greedy, even telling porky pies/
To get to the insides, I’m brought alive/
When I smell it in the air, yo, I walk the line/
For the Johnny Cash the things I’d do would mortify/
And I’m stubborn, telling fans that I love ‘em/
Just to see the tray coming out of the oven/
My reputation is at stake and kidney/
Till I’m pushing up daisies I’ll be taking liberties/
I been surviving on bread and water/
It’s why I’m so desperate to head to Forfars/
A hungry animal that lead the war charges/
And I wouldn’t leave specs even if I wore glasses/
Been waiting for years it’s time to take mine/
Wanna be a made guy and along the grapevine/
I hear that I might, right now, get my chance/
When the pie’s in my grasp and you won’t get a glance like that
El: You want a slice or a portion, I advise caution/
It's time for the rise of the Pieman talking/
I hold the mortgage you're renting, I'm writing/
Inventions are mine when I rend them and bite them/
An oversize glutton, stuffed to the ends/
On your ideas, contracts and publishing/
Discouraged by underlings funding themselves/
I need percentage on everything, cupboards and shelves/
I hovered in vaults, holding secretive jars/
With the dreams of the people who seek to be stars/
I'm keeping the key ingredients grasped/
Steal if your schemes are reaching too far/
Stay in your place while I'm making your cake/
And I'm taking a piece when you take it away/
I got low cost loans, overdraughts/
And a cash advance, just know the charge.../
Is a slice of your soul, a midnight snack/
In my nice penthouse, looking right at your flat/
Buy it back at a price that is right, it's a fact.../
That I'll rise, mighty Pieman collides on the track/
I survive every act, I provide what they lack/
Excited cause slices are mine while you catch.../
The crumbs. I dine on your life's work/
Spider to fly, don't cry, this might hurt...
Jon: Well you can keep your pie
El: But why?!
Jon: Well to be polite, like, it's a diseased piece of shite/ People reach for the sky, bright lights and the media hype/ Needing that immediate slice/ But a piece of pie's never been my reason why/ See I feast my eyes on the dreams deep inside.../ These mic freakers who be freely speaking their minds.../ Eyes gleaming like a meteorite
El: Ha Ha Ha
Jon:Here comes the Pieman with a dish yay-wide/
Twenty four rappers baked inside
El: Take a bite!
Jon: I'm okay just 'staying alive'/ Wealth is a state of mind/ I got a good thing and they'll all come pushing.../ Out the door, so why try to get my foot in?/ Kids hooked in and hoodwinked, looking for pie, should try my home cooking.../Grab a granary bap from Sainsbury's bakery/ Basically lace it with sweet garlic mayonnaise and baked beans/ Or marmalade and Brie/ Dolcelatte cheese and a flayed pink lady/ Baked potatoes, peas ans gravy/ Cream cakes and pastries/ Dreamy milkshakes made with Baileys and pralines/ Mate, suddenly a piece of pie may seem less amazing.