Fuk'n love fags man
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So... er.. so... so what fags you got man? What you smokin' then?
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I got fukin', I got Marlboro lights man, they come, look, in they're own fukin' box look
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That's gold on it, I like a gold...
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Lyrical devastation, across the nation
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Safe as fuk and that's no exaggeration
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The beats keep rockin' and the base'll hum
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Get down fuk'n Embassy Number 1
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I came round your house, to borrow some towels
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I smoked a John Player and it loosened my bowels
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Like a bullet from a smoking gun
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fcukin' ten. Embassy Number 1.
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Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H
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Mike fcukin' loves it.
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Smokin' fcukin' fags is really really great
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Chuffin on the reg, having a laugh with your mates
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Cheap fags made by some bloke in Albuquerque
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I'll smoke Embassy Regal, sometimes even a Berkeley
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I'm never gonna stop, I loves 'em too much to quit
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Best fag o'the day in the morning, taking a shit
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And having a cup of tea and reading the Sun
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Despite the chills when your bum gravy starts to run
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10 Reg I fcukin' loves it
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It's great to smoke a Regal when you're taking a shit
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Or with my nan in a council flat
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My girlfriend can smoke fags in her twat
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I fu'ked her in the arse then she sucked my dick
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I spunked on her face, she had shit on her lips
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She's a bit mad and she drinks loads of cider
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She'll show you her tits for under a fiver
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Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H
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You're gonna get yours
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Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H
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You're gonna get yours
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You get duty paid, they come in celophane
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Loving duty free when you're on the fcukin' plane
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To Morocco, the Algarve or in a tent at Blan...?
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Just make sure you bring me back a fcukin' carton
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I got an 80-a-day habit, smoking these cigarettes
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Twat, shit, c*nting, bollocks, fuk me I do have Tourettes
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They're really quite pricey you'd have to agree
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But I love smoking them with the GLC
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I do things that are highly illegal
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See me in McDonalds smoking on a Regal
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I got a suitcase and a cabin chair
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Selling fags down John Frost square
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I wear a tracksuit, I look so fly
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I goes down the Spar, I busy 20 Sky
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Sovereign, Silk Cut or Malboro Red
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Remember Kids, don't smoke in bed
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Ten Embassy Number One
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Ten Embassy Number One
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Two pound forty can get you a surprise
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A packet of ten Silk Cut King Size
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By 'em from the co-op, or even the Spar
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Smoking 40 tabs off yer head at Zanzibar
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Then on to the Slowboat for some fried duck
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Trying to speak Chinese when I'm all puckered up
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Didn't pay for it so I started to run
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Still smoking a fcukin' Embassy Number One.
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Wave your fags in the air like you just don't care
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You can afters cos I love to share
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White-tipped Marlboro Lights, going out, having fights
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Go to France for the day, selling fags in the night
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This girl let me touch her chicken wings
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When i gave her a box of 200 SuperKings
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Like a bishop having sex with a nun
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fcukin' Ten Embassy Number One
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Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H
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You're gonna get yours
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Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H
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You're gonna get yours
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Buying tens and twenties to have in my joints
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And getting slippers for my nan with the Focus points
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Inhale, exhale, put it out, have another ciggie
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Driving around listening to the Snoop, or a bit o' Biggie
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Fags are great, they're really fcukin' fun
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Regal, Marlboro or fcukin' Embassy Number One
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Chain gang crew two thousand and two
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Ten Bensons are wicked when you're smacked out on Glue
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Embassy Number One
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Embassy Number One
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Embassy Number One
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Embassy Number One
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Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H
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You're gonna get yours
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Suckers to the side, I know you hate, My B & H
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You're gonna get yours
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Number One
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