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Bucket Kicker
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Come on then you f**kpigs let's have a f**king go Put 20p in the swear jar you sh*tting f**khouse Now in my younger days I used to kick your face And take pills in a field in this little rave No skills, no appeal, just a tin of paint And no frills to reveal if it's real or fake Both hands wrapped 'round my gary sack So fantastic that a man colllapsed It's only bad practice that I'm happy at Stand back and watch me stab a smack dagger down your back I'm about, come and catch me if you counteract I'll wash you up and shot you off to punters like an ounce of crack Bag scratching, I'm done with that I've had mad practice, I'm a c**t for that Perhaps. I bounce back like a rubber c*ck Nothing lost but the trouble that I was forgot Double drop, couple shots then I'm f**king off I gotta see a man about anothеr dog When I kick the bucket you'll find a bunch of needlеs in my cupboard 'cos I been keeping heat for this bucket Motherf**k a subject, I talk about a rubber c**t in public And twitch like I'm drugged up and bump another subject And I don't give a f**k I never have I'll chop your nuts off and stuff 'em in a motherf**king leather bag Slag, I can't lie that's my favourite sound I say it out without the hatred that you make it 'bout I'm a walking example of don't agree I speak to those who push you to know what you're supposed to be Your social media screaming a broken dream Where you don't believe in jokes but there's coke all over your screen I mean I never tried to be mean But I mean it when I tried to be obscene I mean it when I say I tried to lead a drug dealer's life for free Im used to the f**king dynamite and leave I made a banger front to back, and another one And another one, in fact I made a ton of songs And every one's a heated council flat with the oven on Sh*t, I even made a stack off a rubbish one Shut the f**k up c**t, what the f**k is wrong? Get your finger out my b***er and just run along It's your mum you need a cuddle from You don't belong inside the dungeon that I'm coming from When I kick the bucket you'll find a bunch of needles in my cupboard 'cos I been keeping heat for this bucket Motherf**k a subject, I talk about a rubber c**t in public And twitch like I'm drugged up and bump another subject And I don't give a f**k I never have I'll chop your nuts off and stuff 'em in a motherf**king leather bag Slag, I can't lie that's my favourite sound I say it out without the hatred that you make it 'bout
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