'yeah yeah, this is Ice T, on behalf of the GLC, if you don't like words like: drippy willy, front bottom, runny poo, skid-mark, big brown skid-mark, big brown skid-mark in yo mommas pants, then don't listen to this mutha fukin' album'
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to the GLC fans, get with our fukin' clan
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we're the ones who censors tried to ban
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saying our shit was far too sick
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'fuk you all, clarts, suck my dick!'
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now, Wa-Balls don't care so why should i
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i'll chuck you out the building, lets see if you can fly
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just cos we're 'Port, you thinks we're rough
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and you thought that last LP was sucked(?)
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you ain't heard nothing like us before
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so now you says you want some more
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so sit right back and smoke some draw
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here it is, clart, your personal encore
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it's the GLC and the word is born
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all the girlies love me and they got the horn
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they wanna sex me up like Mr. T
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and i think it's because i'm in the GLC
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i met Miss Argos up Voodoo(?)
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i bought her three pints and she fuked me in the loo
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her name's Jolene, she's a dirty bitch
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i fuked her twice, she made my cock itch
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i knows this bird, she's into bum love
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she pulled the skin so hard, she pulled it off like a glove
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yeah, i know the one you mean, she's a dirty slag
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she only fuked me so she could smoke the rest of my fag
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if you don't like this, put it away, cos the GLC's here and it's here to stay
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'yeah, this is Ice T, and if you don't like this album, then get ready for the word 'fannys' comin' up'
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i was pumping this bird in the back of my car
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she was screaming really loads and my penis was hard
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i started screaming and she did too
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next thing i know we're covered in crazy sticky glue
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'what is this stuff?', i asked her about
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and she said, 'don't matter' and started to shout
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it again and again and she loves to drink it up
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she likes to eat it mostly when it's coagulated in a cup
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Adam Hussain's got so much fukin' come
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my balls are swollen up, firing spunk like a gun
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now i knew this girl, Jolene, she's a right fukin' whore
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i knew it was true when she fuked my labrador
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i met Jolene when i was just thirteen
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but she smashed up my cock and made it turn green
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now she's living down Mays Glass(?)
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and she's making me put things up her ass
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if you don't like this, put it away, cos the GLC's here and it's here to stay
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'yo, yo, i told ya, Ice T, recommending not to listen to the words, front bum or ass'
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i can do the sun crossword cos i'm really clever
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but page three's always stuck together
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i loves to pump vadge in the style of an ape
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i loves it when it's open and it's starting to gape
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i looks inside, it looks kinda funny
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so i gets my hands, and grabs her fukin' curry
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Hussain's the name and i got no shame
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especially when i'm shagging tarts on the game
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i once had a bird and she took it up the bum
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she had a blonde perm and her name was Sharon
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i fuked her up the ass and she thought i was pucker
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she even licked my purple headed yoghurt chucker
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but i had to dump her, i couldn't really complain
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cos she's already given head to my clart, P Xain
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if you don't like this, put it away, cos the GLC's here and it's here to stay
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'if you're still listening, then god help you, cos right now i'm gonna say..cl*t rub'
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fukin''ell boys, hand me the bus fare home
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i met this bird and she gimme a bone
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i gotta get back to her place tonight
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cos her vadge is dripping loads and my penis is just right
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my cock and her vadge then started to merge
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then my penis started to splurge
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'my name's DCI, from Sunhill
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now i'm just fuking down in Pil'
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i been down there fukin' three times before
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i seen a bird, she's a fukin' dirty whore
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she sucked my dick and made it stiff
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i spunked over her tits really sticky shit
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'what do you reckon of that tune there, Ice T?'
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'Ice T recommends the goldie lookin' chain, take your pants off'
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'that's fukin' safe as fuk, that is'
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'er, Ice T, what's that TV show what you're in?'
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'it's a cop show, er, i can't remember the name right now'
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'what's it called, clart?'
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