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Stoat

The Bug feat. Jason Williamson
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I aint no pole cat I aint no stoat I aint no rat This hole aint me i aint going down it I aint no ferrit Goin down an hole Wrong type er death That's what i got me Funeral service scrap yard Top hat made, parade, i don't see none You can't throw me down that hole to catch none Fuck ya rabbit, 12 bore farmer Bring your drama ill fuck em all i'm dogging 16 car parks in an hour I like vintage, green trim, my fingers tap the screen i'm in No pressure, half measure, half arsed, don't be daft I cant stand tools in shops who don't wear masks, line Que, fags are locked up, you choose 20 quid what? He's got enough food, give him the dosh Mellow birds, battenburgs, terrible mum You only learn from what's around ya sniffed up like a line of powder No winners no losers just a box of oranges Next to a nasty line of juicers There's no end to the harm, farm shop, murder barn I aint no pole cat I aint no stoat I aint no rat This hole aint me i aint going down it I aint no ferrit Call quick fix, snap on tool, this cul de sac Hate and fuel, diesel stink, where men grow Darker in their think (oi! and women too) No smashed out nonsense bothers you Smashed out daft er I dint bring the rope fuck your rafter Safe mate I don't need no key Fire door spring just ... easily Shaft house no surrender still Your band sounds like the next till Rows and rows, 5p bags need some help with those Store guard got his eyes on you, he doesn't like your silly tunes I aint no pole cat I aint no stoat I aint no rat This hole aint me i aint going down it I aint no ferrit Going down a hole Going down a hole Going down a hole Wrong type er death That's what i got me Funeral service scrap yard Top hat made, parade, i don't see none You can't throw me down that hole to catch none Fuck ya rabbit 12 bore farmer Bring your drama ill fuck em all i'm dogging 16 car parks in an hour I like vintage, green trim, my fingers tap the screen i'm in No pressure, half measure, half arsed, don't be daft I cant stand tools in shops who don't wear masks, line Que, fags are locked up, you choose 20 quid what? He's got enough food, give him the dosh Stoat, Buckle up I cover the hollows look, oh! Your rabbits running me not looking for Ya Rain drain, like drizzle marks the prints and boom True grits, chin of the sky Scream at the world, why? Stoat Stoat, pole cat, ferrit teeth Fuckin out, eat the walls, authority Rules are now changed your well being, prosperity I wish. Deep dish, pills, thrills and Jaffa cakes Jelly top and biscuit base Stoat! stoat!