soap bar lyrics – goldie lookin chain

burned a new hole in my tracksuit today,
smoking soap bar without an ashtray,
red-hot nylon dripping on my skin,
i ripped the f*cker off, and threw it in the bin,
soap bar’s cheap, and so’s my clothes,
they’ve got to be cause of all the f*cking holes,
it tastes like sh*t and it makes you cough,
and it’s the f*cking rubber in it that gets you off.

yeah, i smoke soap bar with lots of bits of plastic,
i leaves mine in it cause it tastes fantastic,
skunk costs too much, i can’t see the appeal,
of smoking port rocky, soap bar or gold seal,
smoke rocky in a bong, bucket or hot-knives,
bake it in a cake for your mam as a surprise,
i smokes green, and it’s gone in an instant,
but soap bar lasts, cause it’s f*cking consistent.

smoking on up, soap bar in the sky,
i’ll smoke soap bar ‘till i f*cking die,
before i die and they lay me to rest,
i will always smoke soap bar, that’s the best.

last night i went out driving in my car,
i sparked up a fat spliff of f*cking soap bar,
a blim-burn burned right down to my d*ck,
and while i was distracted, i f*cking crashed into a
brick wall, the car was f*cking battered,
the bonnet flipped up and the windscreen shattered,
you’re better off smoking the green instead,
cause it don’t blim-burn and it’s better for your head.

soap bar! sitting in a deep sweat,
thinking! i’ve got to get some rocky for the,
weekend! the sight of draw excites me,
stick it in a bong, light it up and chug a f*cking,
whitey! burning holes in my tracky,
this sh*t always happens when i’m smoking f*cking rocky,
you’ve heard it on the news; you’ve seen it on the telly,
add up for moving soap bar down f*cking liz werry
“i do it like a little cause light the f*cking thing as always”
i used to smoke skunky but it was far too smelly, man!

smoking on up, soap bar in the sky,
i’ll smoke soap bar ‘till i f*cking die,
before i die and they lay me to rest,
i will always smoke soap bar, that’s the best.

most soap bar comes from f*cking holland,
they make it out of oil, and tires and pollen,
diesel, miramar, flat-press too;
these are types of soap bar available to you,
these little bits of plastic you find inside;
you can use those as a quality guide,
of the standard of soap bar that you are smoking,
the more bits of plastic means the better the toking.

eat a hash-cake but wait a while,
it’ll take about an hour ain’t draw versatile,
you can burn it, eat it, or smoke it in a spliff,
space shakes, draw gateau’s, you knows it delia smith,
lying in your bed dropping blimps on your p*b*s,
selling draw to your mates but it’s really oxo cubes,
when you’re cooking up draw, be quick don’t lick it,
cause it’s really f*cking hot and it’ll burn your fingers.

this bloke said to me; “you haven’t got a clue,
about the damage that soap bar can do to you”,
i tried to see things from his point of view,
but i couldn’t fit my head up his *sshole too,
the bloke was wrong, i knows my stuff,
i knows if i smoke it, i’m gonna feel rough,
my lungs are f*cked and my throat is raw,
cause the thing about soap bar; it’s f*cking hardcore.

smoking on up, soap bar in the sky,
i’ll smoke soap bar ‘till i f*cking die,
before i die and they lay me to rest,
i will always smoke soap bar, that’s the best.

well anyway i think it’s better myself to lean forwards,
when smoking soap bar, because you are less likely to blim-burn,
you know what i mean?

innit, check it out man! i got some quality f*cking gold-seal for you, innit?

shape up all those little bits of plastic what you find inside, right,
and then f*cking stick them in a teapot,
makes a lovely cup of tea, that does.

what i do, stick a f*g in the microwave, right,
you toke it up, you sticks the draw on top,
and you rams it in a bong and you rams the bong in your f*cking head.

yeah that’s like my f*cking lungs feel like,
they’re f*cking collapsing sometimes from the soap bar like,
you know?

/ goldie lookin chain lyrics