Verse 1
Bee Mick See is a spide – a punk
A yank - a cunt – a rapping bum
Irish, yeo – sometimes drunk
American, wha? – like a handgun
Accent’s fucked like Lars Ulrich
Raping the scene like – like Starbucks
He is Airwaves – not bubblegum
A shmuck – uncle – and all of the above

Bee Mick See – is shy- a guy
A gent – awry – with scalp so dry
Intelligent – aye – sometimes high
A tad bit slow – like The Green Mile
Thrift shop style – a grown up child
A pussy with – that salsa mild
Chill like heroin – Oscar Wilde
Living life with an awesome smile

Chorus
Now that it’s said ‘n’ done
I’ll pen another one
Cuz this has gone past having fun
It’s what I’ve become
I have starved without a crumb
And that’s cuz I’m a stubborn bum
I was shy when I begun
But now my ego’s won

Verse 2
Aww here I’m white – unfed – half bred
With a couple of holes in my head
For eatin’, breathin’, smellin’, seein’
Sleepin’ – with open Venetians
I ain’t blind – I don’t sign
I come through with an open mind
I hear clearly – nearly
Got great taste buds I hold dearly

I eat minge – after it’s singed
Pour my heart out before the binge
I’m one to cringe
My skin pale with pink it’s tinged
Ambitions – of being Osiris
Dodging the bullets of gingivitis
I loved ’08 – not in the slightest
Two deaths and a dose of laryngitis

Bridge
I’m fragile – like battery eggs
Act a starvo while getting’ fed
Hit the gym – then hit the veg
A skinny shit with well-toned legs
Working out does nout for me
Five eleven (5’11”) – weigh one thirty (130lbs)
Come gis a hug You’ll feel the bones I’m speaking of

You fat cunts stop complainin’
I gained three pounds from sic months trainin’
I worked hard with little to show
You gained weight sitting on your hole
You wallow in pity – counting points
I give it a go – wrecking my joints
I’m content – as a twig
You should be too eating like a pig

Verse 3
Verse 3 Half Belfast – half septic tank
Fucking up speech with Chris Eubank
I’m going on the yank
My head’s thinner than a – plank
When I’m Castaway like – Tom Hanks
I grab my wab for a Hillary Swank
When I get praise my mind goes black
“Bee – I love you” – Thanks

Good with funds – I make
Jews jealous I’m opening up like golf umbrellas
I’m under zealous
Watching my back like Monica Seles
I’m sick – like the tip of my dick
After a lick from a beautiful chick
Or an uggo – I could get it up for a chubbo
I may seem daft but smart like Columbo