Stop the Clock Songtext
von Skrein

The thing about this scryin′ I hate is, like, every time I see 'em

I think of his squirmy family

And I think how the fuck can he be good in the sack, right?

Do you know what I mean? I can imagine
Him getting into bed with a girl

And the girl being like, "Oh, touch me here, touch me there"

And Scryin′ just accidentally knocking her flat out, y'know?
Breaking her nose and that

And that's so embarrassing for a bloke
Cause I′ve done it before myself, right?

I′ve been standing there being like, "Yeah
You're gonna get it, you′re gonna get it dirty"

And then accidentally I sort of knock over a can

And put the candles on the side and the whole place goes up in flames

And I just run, I just fucking run


And it's so weird, you know, trying to sex
Up a girl and then you burn the house down
That′s fucking horrible
But when I see the scryins I think they do even
Worse things, do you know what I mean? Like
He's accidentally packing a blade or something
And she′s like trying to nestle up on his crotch
And when she gets close to his crotch
She feels his blade and she's like, "Mate, you're packing it"

And he′s like, "Yeah, I know, man, I know, man
I′m packing it so deep, man, I got a messy one"
And then suddenly she's been stabbed, she′s been fucking stabbed
It's got her arteries and everything

And there′s blood everywhere
And he don't know what to do and he starts screaming
And he calls his brother and he′s all even more awkward
And he comes down in his car and he crashes the car outside
Cause that fucking squirmy scryin', right
And he gets into the house and he's like, "Hey, Richard
Yeah, let′s go home, let′s do something, right"
But the two of them are just standing there while blood's coming out
And they try and cover the arteries and
All they got is some fucking toilet paper


Do you know what I mean? Not the nice toilet
Paper, not like the soft, cushy bum stuff
Like the rough stuff you get at really
Nasty schools, like up in Glasgow, right
And they′re trying to clean it up and the blood's still squirting
And you don′t know what to do, right
And then fucking Richie comes in, right
He's all, "Oh no, fucking move the car around, all right"
Cause he thinks he′s a proper geezer, right
He don't know fucking proper geezers, right, I've seen proper geezers

Fucking nasty cunts, they′ll smash up fucking Scryin′, man
Fucking cunt
I never fucking liked him in the first place

First time I looked at his eyes I
Mean like, he looks like someone else
Yeah, the problem is he looks like his fucking brother

Twins are the fucking worst, it means there's something
Wrong with your genes, do you know what I mean?
It′s like, your mum just wants one baby, she gets fucked with two

Two screaming, shitting scryins with squirmy
So like your mum's trying to breastfeed, like
Mum gets the little, little toddlers clamped on both nips
But they′re biting and screwing
Accidentally hitting her in the face and shit
And before you know it she's in hospital
That′s the fucking worst, sending your mum to
Hospital cause you're a fucking squirmy scryin'
That′s why I fucking hate those cunts, right

I can imagine them going to the toilet never pissing straight
Do you know what I mean? Just standing there trying to piss
And instead they′re pissing all over
The floor cause they're messy cunts
They can′t even shit right, they had fucking Pampers
But they'd move them to the side so they shat all over the floor

They didn′t know what they were fucking doing
I can imagine them being heroin addicts as well

Can you imagine them trying to fucking, you know, skag up, right
Just missing completely, stabbing themselves
Sending themselves to hospital
That's fucking disgusting, imagine how embarrassing that is

Going into hospital with a needle coming out your fucking nipple

They′re like, "Oh yeah, yeah, we're back in
Rockhold, man, we're from fucking London"
You′re not from fucking London, you′re from Chapstow or somewhere

Somewhere fucking shit

I fucking hate the scryins, man
Fucking the whole family

They have fucking loads of them as well, that's what′s disgusting

Mum's eyeing like fucking ferrets, they′re fucking everywhere

If I see another fucking scryin' I′m gonna fucking slice him up, right
I'll fucking carve his fucking boat up
Fucking fed up with the lot of them

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's happening, Scryin′? Yeah
We′re friends on MySpace, yeah, same, same, yeah
Woah
Came to drop a flow, chopper make you lock and load
Rock and roll soul shocker, colder than a block of gold
I hock a whole lot of show-stopping raw talk
Pro shotting, whole blocking pro digger

Woah
Came to drop a flow, chopper make you lock and load
Rock and roll soul shocker, colder than a block of gold
I hock a whole lot of show-stopping raw talk
Pro shotting, whole blocking pro digger
Woah
Came to drop a flow, chopper make you lock and load

Rock and roll soul shocker, colder than-
Woah
Came to drop a flow, chopper make you lock and load
Rock and roll soul shocker, colder than-
Woah
Came to drop a flow, chopper make you lock and load
Rock and roll soul shocker, colder than a block of gold

I hock a whole lot of show-stopping raw talk
Pro shotting, whole blocking pro-