#9

everyday, u know i need my ciggie
coz without it my days would be shitty
i walk all the way to 7-e
and i purchase a box of marlies
every month, i always miss my rent
coz my wallet's in a dent
from those boxes of kent
you know i am a fan
coz kent is my friend
hey fren, i think u gotta listen
let me give u a lesson
from ur two friends, hedges and benson
if they be hating then ignore them all
coz all the cool kids hangs at pall mall
u think u're so cool with all those hair gel
but when they see u smoking SKL
then hey, u wont ring their bell

if you cough, and there's darah
u know u shud cut down on those nusantara
you know you need to try, that sampoerna
throw away that Saat, mmg tak guna

even if my wallet is tight
i wont feel right
if i dun have, my dunhill lights,
and when im in the bed
you know i wud dread
if i dun have a stick of dunhill red,
i wud buy it in a tin
for my dose of nicotine
i feel like a king
and that's wat i think

if u think that we're lame
then fuck off, go smoke that salem
coz you know we got soul,
like a stick of, dji sam soe

i think we ain't gonna live any longer,
even if we do..we just cant keep "IT" stronger
if we stop cravin on those ciggie, nigga
its time to light up a cuban cigar

buds is better with all ur bros
we can shisha too, just chip in the dough
i know u guys may be thinkin that we're so bodoh,
dude, go get some life, get some marlboro
its vish and dato' we gotta go,
but we believe that we had hit the show
its all "god's grace" that gave us the flow

-dato' fazly and vishnu

#8

those hot damn girls
with those pretty curls
yea yea u're pretty hot
guys notice ur every spots
on ur sexy polka dot
free martinis a whole lot
in the club tryna get u drunk all over
woke up next to him with that hangover
but u know u aint gettin in his range rover
cuz all u want is free booze, not a lover

nice boobs behind that pretty dress
im not a rapist so dont stress
he sees u're working, he wud help u yes
his armani and benz he hope to impress
babe, u get more attention than the press
coz ur body u made the guys guess
are those real or are those less ?

wow, u probably get everything
the money, the attention, the bling-bling
for being that fine little thing
ur phone must received alot of rings
from jonathan, steven and ur other darlings
heartbreaker, heartbroken and heartbreaking
as long as you get ur diamond ring.

#7

lies
those SMSes u sent
made my heart dent
made my emotions bent
just like a brand,
of cigarettes,
am i just the current fave
what happen to that crave
for me that u used to have
u made it complicated like math
im puzzled, im confused, i would have left
but my heart, u were the theft
my emotions is like rojak and u were the chef
hey, i still have a few sampoerna left
to savour as i ponder, as i wonder,
as the sight of u is now yonder,
and no, im not feeling fonder

lies
the word of the day
that placed my heart at bay
i always thought that you may
end up with me forever
that thoughts had severed
not fully, but it wont take too much effort
to take these feelings away
the words that you said
could make me so fray
like a piece of dirt
i hope u know that im hurt
how i wish that this would revert
how i wish that you wont divert

-dato' fazly

#6

babe u gotta chill
u got ur meal
that curry thrill
that mamak meal
so whats the deal?
write me the bill
some time to kill, bill
ur teh o ice,
is extra nice, extra sweet
like this damn beat
made u go leap,
this shit is deep,
dun be a freak,
just eat that nan and tandori,
my baby to be,
will love curry
as much as me

your nasi lemak,
cukup gempak,
at the park,
made me bark, loud,
dun have no doubt
bout ur route, the spice route,
the scent of your, poppadom
made me go down, to paramount,
or SS1, SS2 or Sunway D,
thats damansara, the place to be,
i wud tapau and beli
ur fish head curry,
fills my heart with glee,
come back at 3
always open for me

the mamak over here,
the mamak over there,
my wallet i tear
ill even wrestle a bear
cause i care for it,
that inside my lair,
the best food's there
-dato' fazly

#5

pretty girl behind the counter,
she's the babe at the register,
u can get some fries and her number,
dun be scared, and remember,
she's the babe to remember,
pretty girl behind the counter

in the cafe on ur college
think she's bout ur kinda age
who knows u two might get engaged
or may end up in a fit of rage
but if u jump down on the ledge,
u know she'll be there to catch
you as you slip down the edge
she'll gave u her lovely batch
of love, u know thats her badge
waiting on and on 4 u to fetch

you can order some onion rings
and she may give u a midnight swing,
if shes upset she'll make u think
and it'll make u fix all the kinks
cause u'll love the feeling she brings
even after that october,
when she left you, u'll remember
that girl behind the counter

couldn't forget that october,
that august, that september,
in your mind she will harbor,
how she shine like bright ember,
smell that perfume behind that register,
forget that pie, its u i prefer,
to be with ever after,
thru my joy and my laughter,
and that heartbreak in october,
even so, u'll remember,
that girl behind the counter.

-dato' fazly

#4

Girl you look so fine,
your looks made u shine, and its rare
u surely made me stare
a sight so beautiful is so rare
ur glance is like a dare
for me to tear, my shyness away
to put my feelings at bay
but to do so i can only pray
call me gay, but a day
like today is not found everyday
and u had put my hearts to fray
with the sights that made me say, my god
my heart she had “ragut”
and made me talk karut
cause i feel like i had larut, in your eyes

dun go calling me a fruitcake
for that tastes good if baked
i am more like dead leaves to rake, to gather
cause i cant take it further
just like i was with Berta
and her angry father
whoah stop me there, cause i rather,
be with you than her, anytime
if only i had the time
to make my rhyme,
that’ll make ur heart chime
but that is my crime,
that i had made from time to time

-dato' fazly

#3

kuih raya, lemang and pulut
why do u escape my mulut ?
my rendang feels empty kot
which is why i urut-urut
my perut cepat-cepat
after that 43rd ketupat
that u wrap like some kind of art
or that scented envelope of your raya card

last day puasa i see u eating at the canteen
with johan, charmaine, ravi and jasmine.
when that ustaz came, i see u runnin
and of course u see me non-stop laughing
hahahaha, sorry sorry, dun be hatin’
all my words are just my lips blabbin’
so if i did hurt u dont be crying
all i wanna say is maaf zahir dan batin

i just wanna say selamat hari raya
go to ur family and ask for duit raya
so that all of u can become kaya-raya
and then you can eat till u feel nausea
and burn ur money, like its on fiyah :)

-dato’ fazly

#2

touch my body
sings mariah carey
so i ask u, really ?
u want me ?
im not bruce lee
not really ur darling, ur baby
might be free of selsema babi
and too in love with mamak curry
but u know that i wont lari
coz im really that skinny

shorty wants a thug ?
bottles in the club ?
i can’t even afford a rug
so you best not bug
dont test your luck
you’re like billie jean the schmuck
my driver, not my lover

-dato’ fazly

#1

I wonder why i begin again this racket
about me, this blog, the bloodybasket
keeps on reminding me like a locket
why i deleted it before like a rocket

blog blog blog,
i feel so clogged
between those amazing blogs
that pin me like a rock
hehhh, i was never a jock

hi i am fazly
im not full of glee
not as neat as bree
may not want you to marry me
but always will love u for free :)

-dato fazly