Lyrics
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Yo, yes, light the bifter
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I'm gonna (explicit) your little sister
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Five chicken licking
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I'm gonna give her a kicking
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Yo, yes, my name's called Tate
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Har-dar-dar wiv your head off a gate
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Might be a bimbo, put your head through a window
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That's why we have beef
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Yes, calm down with your bars
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Talk about my mum, talk about yours
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Yo', you was abortion at birth
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Your mum look like an ape from Planet the Earth
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Erm...
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Uh, yeah, I'm going in, haha
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.....
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James, think you're a gypsy, don't get lippy
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You will get drop kick, it will be easy
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(explicit) scared of Reece Lindsay
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Listens to Bimbi, how embarrassing
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Brother so fat can't run a marathon
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Marco you will get sparko
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Your mum's on crack, you look like you're on smack
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Yeah
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Yo, your mum is a fiend
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You suck your dad off while your ma flicks her bean
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Yo, think you're big?
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You will get dropped yeah, straight in a dig
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Crying all over the floor
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Imagrety I'm war
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Everybody knows your mum is a (explicit)
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Getting round Piccadilly looking your willy
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Punters pull up and say 'don't be silly'
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.....
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I am 12, it's my time to shine
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Shut your mouth or I'll break your mum's spine
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Snap a leg like a twig
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Rob a car like I'm something out of Stig
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Yo
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