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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
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Phallus is fabulous, jack so much I get a callous,
Fuck KFC buy my hot wings from Chicken Palace
Grab chips, then nip off for whizz from Jim the gyppo
The prick gives me some lip, I'll torch his trailer with my zippo
Grab his baby girl put her on the game, its a shame
Unless I'm brandishing a flame, they're forgetting my name
Cyclone spitting, In the zone with my writtens
Ladies smitten, have em stroking my chest like its a kitten
Renowened for my local beatings
At Halloween kids are scared to come trick or treatin
Answer door with a mask on, just like Jason
My blade starts a slashing, when they run I start a chasin'
neighbourhood vigilantes steer clear
they full of fear with a barrel in they ear
leave me alone, i'm like the old crone cat lady
*headphones like quincy jones, its all gravy
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blow up the spot like the military
sing like a canary, on the mic i'm really scary
I got a tattoo, all the english ladies'll like
decaptitated wayne rooney head on a spike
never catch me on a bike, or horse like general custer
bust a nut on the trussed up woman up in my duster
Dacia driving, see their face when I'm arriving
Strive to thrive, whether arena or a dive
I'll even bust my fresh rhymes, shopping in TESCO
It's my manifesto, I'm dining al-fresco
But fuck a sweet, I need meat for a treat
When on a beach in Crete, I rock a beat like Pete
size 14 feet, six foot eight rap wrangler
overrated as a fighter, underrated as a strangler
you wanna battle me you'll only try it once
and I'm into old school just like a nonce
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I believe that every motherfuckers coming for me
thats why I MC like I'm taking PCP
hallucinating, yet devastating
frustrated at others rappers verbal masturbating
Speculating that these asshat 2 bit british
fuckin spitters don't crit they own witless shit
I got kids follow me around like a holy cleric
rest in peace to Derek B, I'm a throwback like Funkadelic
esoterical, file my rhymes alphanumerical
Your wife ain't hormonal, she's only hysterical
Because she fainted when she heard my latest tune
and in the afternoon, often see me croon like Pat Boone
a tycoon, with my face painted like platoon
like national lampoon, funny like a cartoon
coat of pure panda, band is big in Uganda
and developed my own look like i'm Derek Zoolander
Call god to help you out, I'm hardly devout
Lionel B's gangsta limping like he's riddled with Gout
Wish I had more hair so I could rock flat-top fades
so like the blitz, hunker in your bunker like air raids
toss lyrics like hand grenades in your direction
need planning permission when Mink-C gets an erection
I'm a cross between a PI and a holocaust survivor
telling funky tales and solving shit like I'm MacGyver
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Well I always end up going to jail when I play monopoly
Spit bars properly, can't stand broccoli
There ain't no stopping me like McFadden and whitehead said
Fuck hookers on the rag and turn they white bed red
My name ain't Renee, hated by many
And I'll use your kitchen sink if I just want to spend a penny
Rappers acting foolish step to Mink and Lionel-B
They're in danger like a kiddie sat on Uncle Jimmy's knee
Pistol whip em like i would a bitch and leave em screaming
With they're mum I'm fucking holes even they daddy never been in
Have your sis covered in piss straight from this big dick dangler
She's fiending for my cock like Indians fiending for bangra
But nowadays who'll listen to me?
then again I still bump Double-J and AMG
Cos Ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to the motherfucking DJ Quik
At my show I'll bring it back to 1990 again
Wear a red kangol hat fin to snatch yo chain
Backstage do your wife prison style with no lube
I'm malevolent, modern day doctor Yakub
Now I'm older never bust a rhyme without having a nap
Never met a mouthy woman that I didn't wanna slap
Never used somebody's shower where I didn't have a wank
And I never met a hippie that I didn't want to shank
Into S&M spanking like a rap Fr
