Cafe Brawler
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I would down 500 Stellas and I would down 500 more
Just to be the man who downs 1000 Stellas and falls down at your door
Geeza geeza, geeza geeza
Geeza geeza, geeza geeza
I like to have a Stella yes I do
Where's me fuckin full English
07527, I'm gonna bury you on my break at 11
07585, no one's leaving this cafe alive
I'll have your skin for sausages
Black pudding on a plate, yeah mate that's what it fucking is
Where's me fucking breakfast, I'll leave your fucking neck slit
Worldwide breakfast gang
Stepping out the gaff, going to the caf'
Get in my way, I'll stab you in the back
Burn my toast, you'll feel my wrath
Fucking come on then, you little fucking pussy
Come on, step outside, I will stamp you in the fucking ground
This is my caf', don't get lairy or I'll put you down
Steel cap boots going right through your kneecaps
Sit in my spot, I'll snap you like a Kit-Kat
Step it
All the way to the Woodbridge Cafe, the cafe brawlers here to stay
S'happenin
Essex boy beatdown shit
Bitch
I might be an ugly cunt, but I'll still fuck your misses
Let's fuckin have it, you soppy mug
Easy fella
Before you run your mouth
Let me neck this Stella
One bang
Put your arse to sleep
Stomp the neck, make this pussy weep
To all the pussies hiding at the fucking back
You don't know a man till he gives you a crack
That's what you fucking deserve
You fucking prat
I'll lay you out on the fucking curb
That's what you fucking deserve
Stella and chips
Till I motherfucking die
Ehhh
I fucking love black pudding