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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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