AYY ZEEAYY ZEE / TRACK 02
Shetland Phony
Country lanes. Outsized claims.
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About the song
Shetland Phony pairs rural imagery with outsized bravado: sheds, barns, modified cars and a pony-sized kickback. Its title captures the collision between swagger and playful exaggeration, with sport, television and cartoon references threaded through the verses.
Its place on the album
A repeated hook gives the track a recurring anchor. The countryside setting and larger-than-life imagery turn the boasts into a distinctly comic battle-rap scene.
Strapped up like gloves on a goalie Still blockin' your shots from the police Outside on the grind, never lonely I shine brighter than rocks on a Rollie White boys with the modified whips In the countryside rockin' sweats and a stoney Both hands on a side by side But my kickback stronger than Shetland pony Kick harder than Shetland pony Strapped with the real big boy toys, no brony Came up from the mud like Tony Cramp twins out in the sticks with the brodys Fireworks in the whips get rowdy Cowboys ride with my partner, howdy We got straps in the sheds and the barns and the whips Feels better when I cross Kent county
Live out in the field, Kent Brockman Whip stay tuned so the feds can't stop him Gloved up when I roll, John Cochran Bitch I let the pipe blow like Scotsmen
You hit bowls, Matt Hoffman I play jazz when I ball, John Stockton Outside on a Yamaha petrol bike My kicks stay clean when I rock them
Rocked up like wood in the morning Run through more wives than a Mormon I kick doors in dressed like a doorman Black from my hat to my toes, no mourning
I clap traps, no talking Roll with machines like Stephen Hawking Pop caps, I ain't pouring a Gordon's Grip in my hand like I been skateboarding
Gripped up like butts in a strip club Spin poles and the crowd gets whipped up Crosshairs on the stick, that's a big plus Got tools in the van for the fix up
Kick butts like Cobra Kai Quick chop, get left with a broken eye Shotguns in a GTI Crackheads get lit when I load the pipe
I got a 12 gauge shotgun You ain't got one I got a 525 with the back bored barrels and a choke tube You ain't even shot one
Burnouts in my hot wheels Burn trees in the crop fields She like the way that I serve it up I got a fine thing blowin' on my meat like a hot meal
The Browning blows like a bust nut Stick sawn off came with a buzz cut I'mma pump these guns, no Hogan Step like Hulk with my chest all puffed up
I'm Dex like Nick Nevern I put dots on his head like Mr. Burns Foot down in a JDM I slap the hydro when I hit the turn
Drop shift and I lean on the gas Car's from the '90s, no screen on the dash Whip hit with the nos like it's breathin' the gas Chicks in the back scream when I'm weavin' the gaps
Lil wink when I wave to the ladies Shoot with the right 'cause my left eye's lazy Suck my soul like a super villain I call her Mega Mind 'cause her head game crazy
Strapped up like gloves on a goalie Still blockin' your shots from the police Outside on the grind, never lonely I shine brighter than rocks on a Rollie White boys with the modified whips In the countryside rockin' sweats and a stoney Both hands on a side by side But my kickback stronger than Shetland pony Kick harder than Shetland pony Strapped with the real big boy toys, no brony Came up from the mud like Tony Cramp twins out in the sticks with the brodys Fireworks in the whips get rowdy Cowboys ride with my partner, howdy We got straps in the sheds and the barns and the whips Feels better when I cross Kent county