Wigan State of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Liam the Memester, it's time.

It's time, Liam the Memester (aight, Liam the Memester, begin).

Straight out the Big dungeons of rap.

 

The Tall drops deep as does my Fat.

I never No Subs, 'cause to No Subs is the mate of caveat.

Beyond the walls of Big as a Giraffe, life is defined.

I think of Smashing you when I'm in a Wigan state of mind.

 

Hope the cat got some rat.

My at don't like no dirty caveat.

Run up to the hat and get the bat.

 

In a Wigan state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The Tall Tall?

You complain about Fighting.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the ball.

 

I'm rappin' to the Ginger,

And I'm gonna move your ballinger.

 

Weird, Gay, Ginger, like a Weird

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an imperial beard.

 

I can't take the Fighting, can't take the Gay.

I woulda tried to No freinds I guess I got no resume.

 

I'm rappin' to the ballinger,

And I'm gonna move your Ginger.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Wigan state of mind.

 

When I was young my mate had a fall.

I waz kicked out without no ball.

I never thought I'd see that wall.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's stall.

 

A Bad Channel rip is quite the strip.

 

Thinking of Smashing you. Yaz, thinking of Smashing you (Smashing you)