Joycee Banercheck
Well-Known Member
Not so much poetry, but a rip off of Know How by Young MC. Its not of the same standard of DSOB's pearlers, but its personal.
One of the stupidest things that I’ve ever done
Is get a credit card when I already had one
Should have transferred the balance instead I played on
I’ll tell you now I’ll never have no fun
So now I think that it's my destiny
To file myself for bankruptcy
Quiet, though, a money diet could have been good for me
I kept taking it, never repaying it or even saving it
Losing it and always boozing it, coz I'm a lazy shit
Drawing out cash like books off the shelf
Bank of England finally caught us, and took my mental health
This is God’s honest truth, no frills, no lies
My mates were down the pub with us so I’ve got alibis
I'm hard off, baby, there's no turning back
When I finally told my parents they had a heart-attack
And when the loans are finally finished I'll be takin' my bow
My name is Joycee B, and yo I got no dough, you know what I'm paying
I got no-cash
I’m brassic people, I got know...cash
I sub it just like this...
I’m getting chased by Barclay’s president, I'm hiding all my bank statements
They’re trying to take my house and I'll no longer be a resident
Yes, coz I'm that kind of man
I’ll spend £100 on beer no matter where I am
I got a tab at the pub, none of it on grub
When I get paid it goes to the landlord’s club
I make no payments, phone calls or letters
I’ve a really long list of what I owe to all my debtors
My name is Joycee B, I like to spend the cash
But none of it is mine hence the housing market crash
It's no joke I tell ya, I'll just pay the APR
And I’ll have to make do with my dead shit car
Smooth operator, female persuader
Tell her my money worries and she says “I’ll see ya laterâ€
I got the kind of style for the here and the now
But with no money I aint got know how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-cash
Bust people, I got know...cash
Brassic!
Verse 3
I’m in financial ruin, I don’t know what I'm doing
I don’t know where to turn with all this debt that I’m accruing
I turn the off the mobile when they start to phone
And I even pull the chord out of the one at home
Coz I'm broke like a gnome, well the one I got home
Clocking and shocking the amount I’m owing
balh blah, can’t be arsed coz I’m knackered
Cut to the end coz I'm going to bed
I got no-cash...and I'm weeping, never sleeping
In my bank I got no money ...whatesover!
I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over
My name is Joycee B, known as the brassic Casanova, kick it
One of the stupidest things that I’ve ever done
Is get a credit card when I already had one
Should have transferred the balance instead I played on
I’ll tell you now I’ll never have no fun
So now I think that it's my destiny
To file myself for bankruptcy
Quiet, though, a money diet could have been good for me
I kept taking it, never repaying it or even saving it
Losing it and always boozing it, coz I'm a lazy shit
Drawing out cash like books off the shelf
Bank of England finally caught us, and took my mental health
This is God’s honest truth, no frills, no lies
My mates were down the pub with us so I’ve got alibis
I'm hard off, baby, there's no turning back
When I finally told my parents they had a heart-attack
And when the loans are finally finished I'll be takin' my bow
My name is Joycee B, and yo I got no dough, you know what I'm paying
I got no-cash
I’m brassic people, I got know...cash
I sub it just like this...
I’m getting chased by Barclay’s president, I'm hiding all my bank statements
They’re trying to take my house and I'll no longer be a resident
Yes, coz I'm that kind of man
I’ll spend £100 on beer no matter where I am
I got a tab at the pub, none of it on grub
When I get paid it goes to the landlord’s club
I make no payments, phone calls or letters
I’ve a really long list of what I owe to all my debtors
My name is Joycee B, I like to spend the cash
But none of it is mine hence the housing market crash
It's no joke I tell ya, I'll just pay the APR
And I’ll have to make do with my dead shit car
Smooth operator, female persuader
Tell her my money worries and she says “I’ll see ya laterâ€
I got the kind of style for the here and the now
But with no money I aint got know how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-cash
Bust people, I got know...cash
Brassic!
Verse 3
I’m in financial ruin, I don’t know what I'm doing
I don’t know where to turn with all this debt that I’m accruing
I turn the off the mobile when they start to phone
And I even pull the chord out of the one at home
Coz I'm broke like a gnome, well the one I got home
Clocking and shocking the amount I’m owing
balh blah, can’t be arsed coz I’m knackered
Cut to the end coz I'm going to bed
I got no-cash...and I'm weeping, never sleeping
In my bank I got no money ...whatesover!
I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over
My name is Joycee B, known as the brassic Casanova, kick it