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project curry time - mrmasala lyrics

lyrics:

intro:
(yeah)
(sacred indian treasure)
(long ass song)

verse 1:
8 hunnid to 3.8 milly
all this money got me going silly
the bengal famine was no silly joke
winston churchil he just made it a hoax
keir starmer won’t sink the boats
i guess that why he’s losing the votes
project curry time is what they be sayin
i had a line but it ain’t stayin
shat on the wall it looks like paint sprayin
i ain’t a skunk tho even tho im indian
yea i’m kinda rich i got like a million
yea it rupees but i can still live yeah
song kinda mid so i’ll put it to bed
me and dawood just little silly heads
he look kinda silly i think he’s inbred
my ass so fat it takes up a double bed
no like seriously it’s a little too big
like the size of like a hundred guneia pigs
you can say you don’t like it i don’t give 2 sh*ts
imma slide on the beat like it’s l!cketly*split
(what the f*ck?)
chorus:
yea i dream big i escaped the ghetto
my d*ck so cold it’s basically a cornetto
my granny calling me i’m like “h*llo?”
yea she’s dead she’s deep below (okay)
mr masala he’s a jolly good fellow
project curry time this is what i owe
me and ghandi we chillin in the studio
my prod greggle he tryin l!ck my elbow
(what?)
yea griff’s a bum he look like a trombone
he lives in h*ll, he’s a walking kidney stone
hairline under attack it’s a bl**dy warzone
knees so sore he just lets out a groan
(religious hum thing)

verse 2:
i be swervin the tuk tuk i be preeching the curry
a lot on my mind but not a worry
yo ass so unlucky you’ll get hit by a lorry
yea i’m mr masala i’m caught up in the glory
me and doctor chaplin just in his laboratory
i’m hungry right now i need the tandoori
yeah india is mine it’s my f*ckin territory
i copped a tuk tuk, now i got authority
people try talk to me i don’t wanna hear
i just want my curry and life, is it clear?
yeah i’m so cool i don’t got a fear
the fans go crazy they let out a cheer
the toilet the throne, the royal chair
i’m sick at the moment, my nose needs repair
it’s so bad im in the deep depths of despair
sacred indian treasure it’s album of the year
this really is fire, i might shed a tear
it’s so hipnotizing like headlights to a deer
the haters can hate but i’ll knock em all out
then i’ll be devious, i’ll tickle their b*llsack
it’ll be like this
chorus:
yea i dream big i escaped the ghetto
my d*ck so cold it’s basically a cornetto
my granny calling me i’m like “h*llo?”
yea she’s dead she’s deep below (okay)
mr masala he’s a jolly good fellow
project curry time this is what i owe
me and ghandi we chillin in the studio
my prod greggle he tryin l!ck my elbow
(what?)
yea griff’s a bum he look like a trombone
he lives in h*ll, he’s a walking kidney stone
hairline under attack it’s a bl**dy warzone
knees so sore he just lets out a groan
(religious hum thing)

verse 3:
project curry time, this the sh*t it is
i go to the toilet i take a fat p*ss
me and kendrick gonna have a battle of the wits
most of my songs are just a hit or a miss
a guy came outta my ass outta the abys
then afterwards i just a took a big fat wizz
he kinda freaky, he drink it all up
then afterwards he poo in a cup
wait what the f*ck you say?
the dude be squealing and then he say “yay!”
he’s the notorious ball tickler, this is foul play
he moves so stylish i think he does ballet
i bet you didn’t know i made 2 songs today
this sh*t is easy, it is child play
i love making music i think it’s fate
sacred indian treasure yeah it’s worth the wait
(i love you guys)
(sacred indian treasure)

- mrmasala lyrics

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