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Fuck! Grab that, grip that, slap that Strapped full of cases, loaded clip, then kick back (uh) Walk with a slight bop, lean Then I'm pulling out the digger and I Ying that thing (Ying that) Physical contact Woman just wiggle on my woodie like a wombat Blonde color wig and a hell of a big back Broken-hearted, I can't quite fix that Liquor, I'll sip that Don't take no chances Make sure I'm paid when the cash advances Made bad choises I was locked up and was hearin' voices Now I'm coming out of my shell like a tortoise Talking to women, no solo coitus Can't lose focus, no Stick on my right hand, waving a wand, no hocus-pocus I ain't Harry Potter Fuck McDonald's, I hate that shit, it makes me vomit Can't quite quit the drink if I'm honest I won't jack it in 'til my lover's demolished Swinging on a ball, no Miley Cyrus Feeling like a zombie, no T-virus Golden touch and I'm no King Midas Ripping up the record like a broken stylus Flick-a-lick-a-DJ Do you wanna come play my game? My aim, slip your head like a migraine, my brain Megamind, I blame her for the pain I feel (bitch) Concealed, blood congealed on the bottom of the bath tub Do you want a back rub? Elephant and Castle, brass house in the backdrop Your act's up, just be real That there's no living I fly around the city like a homing pigeon Twickenham, Beckenham, Bethnal Green Price of a bus ride, quite obscene (brrt) '90s villan Long shelf life, malt liquor I'm sipping The batter of the cod, chips swimming in the ketchup Grease proof wrap but the fat's still dripping Uh, call this Genesis Dreams of a horse, with the wings like Pegasus Nemesis, can't arrest me, no evidence Reverence, selling them drugs in Bellingham He got a big mouth, pelican I let it rain on his house, weatherman She's in her knickers and a blouse, elegant I said I got a bottle of the Grouse, let me in Bang, bang, banging on the door I'm knocking on so many sides of my mind like a polygon They say that I'm past my prime like Amazon But I still run that track like a marathon Guard on, let 'em hang like Babylon En garde, devil on the beats, I babble on Walk down a long dark garden path Quick, come along, following a stick with a carrot on Lying politician, smash his fucking face You wanted pain? Well come on, try a little taste Reaching for the metal strapped upon my waist Bang the hammer, one in the chamber, rest my case