[Chorus]
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Before I'm done imma run this x4
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Before I'm done imma run this to-o-own into the ground
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[Verse 1] - Professor Green
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Dilute me, water me down, how?
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There's more chance of me caught in a cow,
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Disappeared, last seen walking around at 27 with a sign saying "40 and
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Proud",
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Does Katie look like Aimee?
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Or Amiee look like Katie?
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What the f*ck are these cosmetic surgeons creating?
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Na! I could never imagine sh*gging a manaquin.
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But that vajazzle is, so bijazzling.
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I want the light skinned chick from the Misfits to,
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Pull my pants down and tell me if this fits,
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And I'll say I'm a big prick,
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It's my d*ck talkin,
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I can't help it I'm a bit of a dipstick.
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Sadistic, come on c*nts insult me! I inces.
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A dim wit with a d*** covered in lipstick,
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On the prowl, walking around zipper down,
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D*** sticking out.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2] - Professor Green
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Who wants to f*** with me now?
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A half-wit with a fringe started it,
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And he's stuck with me now,
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I'm hunting him down, (why?)
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How could he accuse me of clucking over crusty the clown?
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You're in trouble, p***,
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I'm in a muddle, p***,
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Is that your chick of Mick Hutnell? p***, d*** m**ge, you puss,
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I pray for the day that I find you face down in that ginger bush,
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Imagine cheating on your wife,
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Her orders are as sleezy as you like,
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[Written by Maz]
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Imagine sleeping with the wife of another,
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Imagine sleeping with the wife of your brother,
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Imagine if I said "Imagine I made you",
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If I hate you for me to name and shame you ain't nothing,
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So make a mistake and say something nutty,
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Not even an injunction with a cake can save you.
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[Chorus]
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I don't say this to all the girls just you,
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Because I trust you,
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Come here s**t, I need a drug mule,
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I do these things because it's fun to,
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I don't need a mule for drugs,
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I just wanted to see if you were in a mood to put drugs up you,
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Now you got a clunge full of munca mushrooms,
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I really can't believe you called my bluff,
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I ain't f***ering your s**t come looking for my drugs,
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Why think about what I say?
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I say what I feel,
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Women call me rapey, I say copophile,
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The worst thing on this earth was the day I got a deal,
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I ain't been the same since the day I dropped a pill,
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I ain't lost a pill I got a pill,
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Spit hard, kick rhymes with a steel toe,
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Bin bag with a real flow,
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Back, intact and I'm still pro.
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Into The Ground
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| Professor Green |
