.....Quick, get his wallet, we're off down the fukin' Spar, c'mon!
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Quick...draw on his face, man, draw on his face, clart.
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Get his willy out, get it, man, take a photo and send it to fukin' Woman's Own, haaa....
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Leave it, man...i'm fukin' wrecked!
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Ben Wa Balls came round and smoked loads of draw
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Next thing I know, he's asleep on the floor
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What's goin' on? I just had a bong
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I feels light headed, this can't last for long
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If you can't take the blow then I think you better leave
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I think you better know and you better believe
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This kid's serious, I gotta go home
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I look really mashed, I'm as white as a bone
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I'm all mashed up just like Eddie Kid
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I can't move my arms and i feel like a flid
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Look at you, clart, you're in a right fukin' state
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I can't believe you just chucked up over my mate
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I told you not to have that last fukin' hit
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And your leisuresuit smells of fukin' shit
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Get out the house and fuk off home
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You stupid twat, that was a pure skunk cone
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It's not clever to get wrecked and have shit dripping out of your ass
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Now my name's P Xain and I smoke for Britain
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But I smoked a bud and now I'm trippin'
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I feel fukin' wicked like Terry Wogan
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Like Crocodile Dundee 2's Paul Hogan
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I'm fukin' mashed, I needs to go home
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I feels fukin' wrecked and I'm white like a bone
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I gotta lie down, I gotta do it soon
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If I don't do it fast then I'm gonna puke in the room
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I smokes loads of weed, I'm on my fukin' knees
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All I need now is a quarter pounder with cheese!
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I needs to put my jacket on and get my trouser suit
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But I can't pick up my trainers coz I've been sniffing glue
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I've been smokin' a bong for far too fukin' long
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Coz after a while, I feels like a mong
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So pack that chong and give me a hit
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Hussain's tracksuit never smells of dog shit
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I smoked half a pound of Li-Ganga's fukin' gear
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So go fuk yourself if you says that I'm a queer
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Give me a phone coz I'm going fukin' numb
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I gotta get back or my nan will start to moan
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So see you boys soon, laters clarts
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I'm off to pull some Newport fukin' tarts
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Shout to your neighbours, shout to the ravers
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Shout to the people who do loads of favours
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For you, and the GLC crew
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Safe as fuk, you knows it
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Time to go home, son
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Fukin' time for the taxi to come
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I said this kid's right, I gotta get home
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I feels really mashed, I'm white as a bone
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I gotta get out but I can't fukin' move
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Shit, that draw's strong, I've bust my groove
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Shout out to Carl from Risca, he knows he's safe, He knows the score coz you knows he sells me the fukin' draw
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G-G-G-Goldie lookin' chain
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Goldie lookin' chain
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Respect to all the people who've got a bit mashed in the past and dirtied themselves and had to go and clean themselves up
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Wrecked Up
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