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You don’t wanna send for us, are you crazy?
Nah, you don’t wanna send for us, are you mad?
You see a twenty-two thing, think it’s wavy (Mad)
And now it’s gettin’ on top of your gang

They’re like, “Who’s that kid in the Beatles t-shirt hittin’ like a young John Lennon?”
See the new ting that I’ve got’s got a back so fat, it looks like she wanna rip that denim
That, that, that denim
Man are pure grease like oil in Yemen
And I got the ravers shoutin’, “Bo Bo, my selecta,” but I’m not Keith Lemon
Yeah, the German whip goes skrrt but the lights go xenon
And she told me, “You’rе gonna lose that belt like Dеontay and spray like ICL 7”
That’s ten outta ten on crazy thoughts around half-eleven
Feel like I got a devil on my shoulder like Hardy in Venom

Look, man keep sayin’ my name but I don’t know them
Spin a man, turn into Hulk Hogan
I don’t really care who wants to get some (Wanna have a go then? Have a go then)
The big artillery when I open
Can’t get rid of me, instead they’re hopin’
Couple of Mini-Me’s tryin’ to mimic me
With no ability, man’ll show them
Got Az in the whip, man, and man ah rollin’
Inbox full with the gyally hopin’
But I’m out here and I go in
And it’s only Cali weed that I’m smokin’
Roll that zute and have a toke then
Yeah, the flavour’s peng
Bun up the zute with the ravers then
I’m out the door and back to the ends

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