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Nine. One F*ck! Grab that, grip that, slap that Strapped full of cases, loaded clip then kick back (uh) I walk with slight bop lean Then I’m pulling out the digger and I ying that Physical contact Woman just wiggle on my woodie like a wombat Blonde colour wig and a hell of a big back Broken-hearted, I can’t quite fix that Liquor, I’ll sip that Don’t take no chances Make sure I’m paid when the cash advances Made bad choices I was locked up and 'was hearin' voices Now I’m coming out my shell like a tortoise Talking to women, no solo coitus Can’t lose focus, no Stick in my right hand, waving a wand, no hocus-pocus I ain’t Harry Potter F**k McDonald’s I hate that sh*t, it makes me vomit Can’t quite quit; the drink, if I’m honеst I won’t Jack it in til my liver's demolished Swinging on a ball, no Milеy Cyrus Feeling like a zombie, no T-virus Golden touch and I’m no King Midas Ripping up the record like a broken stylus Flick-a-d**k-a DJ Do you wanna come play my game? My aim split your head like a migraine, my brain Mega-mind, I blame her for the pain I feel Concealed, blood congealed on the bottom of the bath tub Do you want a back rub? Elephant and Castle, bra** house in the backdrop Your act's up, just be real That there’s no living I fly around the city like a homing pigeon Twickenham, Beckenham, Bethnal Green Price of a bus ride, quite obscene (Brrrr) 90s villain Long shelf life, malt liquor I’m sipping The batter of the cod, chips swimming in the ketchup Grease proof wrap but the fat's still dripping (Uh) Call this genesis Dreams of a horse with the wings like Pegasus Nemesis, can’t arrest me, no evidence Reverence, selling them drugs in Bellingham He got a big mouth, pelican I let it rain on his house, weatherman She's in her knickers and a blouse, elegant I said I got a bottle of the Grouse, let me in Bang, bang, banging on the door, I’m knocking on So many sides to my mind like a polygon They say that I’m past my prime like Amazon But I still run that track like a marathon Guard on, let 'em hang like Babylon En guard, devil on a beat I babble on Walk down a long dark garden path Quick, come along, following a stick with a carrot on Lying politician, smash his f**king face You wanted pain, well come on, try a little taste Reaching for the metal strapped upon my waist Bang the hammer, one in the chamber, I rest my case
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