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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,902
Peak in subgenre #413
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
December 09, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
friday night, relaxin gotta lessen the pace
get a blow from a hooker, about to nut in her face
get my moneys worth, take my time when I cum
because viagra and amphetamines are making me numb
hold up about to paint her face like the cistine chapel
make her drink my fuckin jizz like little kids do a snapple
then my pager goes off [beep beep beep]...awww shit
gotta call at the station, freak get the fuck out my whip
heading down i'm seeing double at the wheel
i get to the precinct, 'what the fuck is the deal'
Officer, we've got reports of screams - maybe first degree
at flat 28, halls of residence, the university
aight i'm fuckin on it, jump back in the ride
do a quick line of coke that i be stowing inside
on my way, i'm buzzin feelin like robocop
blastin Mink-C on the tape deck...shits hot!
anyway I reach the buildin and walk upstairs
the reflection in the window got me checking my hair
about to knock on the door, hang on - i'm a pig
so i smash that shit off the hinges with a jet li kick!
now i'm in I see the blood on the walls
a butt naked body, fuckin balls and all
fuck, this dude has surely gone and fucked up my night
cos now i'm thinking of the borin paperwork i gotta write
well i better look for clues, tho he's covered with flies
a bullet to the head, entered right between the eyes
homeboys naked, could have been sex motivated
yo whats this, some ganja, could have been drug related
ahh well, now he's dead he won't miss this weed
roll myself a little joint, light it up and proceed
the fact he's laying dead at the bottom of the hallway
must have meant the assailant bust the shots from the doorway
no bloodstains in the kitchenette, but now i got the munchies
open up the fridge but all i see is milk and lunchmeat
'fuckin po broke students' any way i take a bite
struggle walking straight because i'm fuckin higher than a kite
check for fingerprints but keep on fucking up and restarting
take a piss in the sink as i drink his milk carton
no signs of theft, a bundle of his clothes check the pockets
take a handful of bank-notes, well i'm sure he doesn't want it
stumble through to the living room, theres no clues in here
lose my footing completely and slump into a fuckin chair
my heads spinning, focus on a pile of videos
on the cover is a bunch of naked chinese ho's
what the hell i stick the tape in, call it my coffee break and
i'm buggin on the 70s music and titties shakin
next thing i know i got my fuckin cock in my fist
jackin my shit like a maniac at those asses and tits
man, i fuckin bust like someone turned on the mains
zipped up and walked back over to the bloody remains
pull out my radio call back to base
'we need a crime scene team here, we got a murder case'
gank his last bit of weed then i up and proceed
to the car, i'm heading home to get a few hours sleep
next day i head into work, i ask em what they found
'nothing really just a bloody body on the ground'
thats cool, no evidence means less paperwork to file
'hang on - i got some information through on the wire'
'looks like we got a suspect, trace him through DNA'
'forensics found some half eaten meat and semen stains'
Oh shit....
