Shameless Rambles ...
Black balaclava
Spitting hot lava
definitely don't like charvers
A cut through their armour
rude boy pularva
No chitty chatterers
Cut you down in war I used to be a battler
See me in the street am still game
Disturbing thoughts I have to push to the back of my brain
Making me feel pain
Controlled not restless
When the clock hits midnight its time to creep
Sympathy pity your woman is witty, biscuit girl chocolate like mcvitie
Causing distortions running through the night am the headless horseman
Cant scorch me I got the skin factor
Farmer Giles has a dog and a tractor
Talking bare shit slow your role or I will slap ya
Leave a handprint !
Spend ya giro like frank Gallagher in the jockey and you will be skint.
