Doo Doo Doo
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I was hovering an inch from the floor
Stinking of pork
With my piss sword swinging
Did you ever think?
Never thought
Piss poor blinging
Get a drink
Well of course
Neck a short
Tell your broad to get her knickers off and pause
Now pissing off the law is like a habit
The addict
I learnt how to vanish in a panic
Fence hop a length longer than an athlete
Leg strong you bet coppers couldn't catch me
I hate Greggs now I'm rocking with a pasty
Solid gold pocket and it's moulded to the hand-piece
Hold it like a skank fiend
Clutching to my breakfast
Fiddle out the meat and bust the crust as a necklace
Wriggle out your seat and feel the thrust with the fake meat
Trust it's just baked beans stuffed in some pastry
Mum couldn't save me
The thumb sucking baby
You only heard others say your son's fucking crazy
Looming in booths with a zoot and some booms
The mans with the crew that'll slew any goons
So who's the dudes with a few screws loose?
Trust you can't do what we do do do
And so I move through the fumes with my weed smoke
Come and get bruised and abused like your ego
You stupid goons are doomed to lose
Mate I heard your last tune it was doo doo doo
Look, our boss can't stop starting his bars up
Parting the dark smoke
Starving at yard cots
Marking my territory
And barking at guard dogs
Lost in my pedigree
I mastered the art what
What
What
What
What's popping big don
The posh come properly wrong
And since your gills are looking greener than the bottom of your pond
I suggest you get to jogging along
Now get the fuck out
You weedy little eedy and punk clowns can suck out
See me and my team in the rough towns I run round
So quit your talk or get slapped clean or punched out
Stick a fork in your rap dream it's done now
One snout, bun down
Toxic as dust clouds
Bugged out
Should've got locked in the nut house
But 'low that brother
This man nut I'll be the one to leave your
Missus' back sputtered and laugh fucker
Are you that fucker?
This is the one one one
Looming in booths with a zoot and some booms
The mans with the crew that'll slew any goons
So who's the dudes with a few screws loose?
Trust you can't do what we do do do
And so I move through the fumes with my weed smoke
Come and get bruised and abused like your ego
You stupid goons are doomed to lose
Mate I heard your last tune it was doo doo doo