people places parties
Jay you've already got me started
mate about the cunts in
the arm label coats looking at me like they
want to slit me fucking throat
anyway you ain't got a clue stop wearing
that in 92 making me on edge with your
wedge ear cuts don't call me gobby to you
it's just a obby to use your fists
anyway I'm enjoying me son your life
ain't worth living you fucking prick so
leave me alone and get on with it.
People places parties in a bit.
Now just
because I look a bit dif ferent to you,
handle it and go back to your crew
because without him you're shit.
One -on -one, cunt,
handle it.
I've seen
Roxy
Rock putting his pin out at 9
o 'clock this morning
And all the people from
Mathley,
PowerPoint and
Laff
Cos he's pissed and he stink
s and you're in
You're in mate, welcome to the club
You get the private answer from the
Red
Eagle
I ain't successful either, fuck it
Let's roll around in pig shit, hang around
down
Cor al
Watching the pips kick seven barrels of shit
out the women
What have I done to you?
Shut your mouth and stand
where I fucking tell you to
Two white ones off the only bookies
in town where the horses bark
And vomit the stench of
El
Doctor
He dangles his victims from
the legs of his
Helicopter, fucking idiot.
Do you think riding around on a
BMX
is gonna make me feel intimidated?
Smash your face,
come back into next week.
Along with the three snakes
around your
Babylon feet.
You're in, mate.
Welcome to the club.
You're in, mate.
Welcome to the club.
You're in, mate.
Welcome to the club.
You get the private dancer
from the red
A -Rod, blam!
The only phone on the road is
chlamydia -ridden
Flemstead
Where the fuck are self -pro
cessed peas as weed?
It's cold when I look out my window
Another local pub burns down to the ground
I fucking hated them
Motown nights anyway
It's
Giovanni meets
Lucy fucking
Pindar, oh nice!
I got a hoopla,
an d I'm gonna fucking swing it at you
And let's aim bombs at the licensee
Let's aim bombs at the licensee
Rig one up to the toilet seat,
I'll do a lethal weapon on the traitor
I'll get his arse,
Jim
Tator, yeah, ta -da
You're in, mate.
Welcome to the club.
You're in, mate.
Welcome to the club.
You're in,
Welcome to the club,
you get the private dancer from the
Reggie
Club now.