It was a dark dark night and things didn't seem right
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I was approached by an old man I thought he wanted a fight
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He started asking me these questions I just didn't understand
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When I looked closer at him he had his penis in his hand
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I was sick I was repulsed I had to get away
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I wasn't into this shit cause I knows I'm not gay
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I started to run, I didn't know where to go
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so I got down to the Westcountry and smoked loadsa blow
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GLC, look out for the shopping Trolley Crew, you knows it, Nasty
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Lookin back, I kept lookin back
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He was creeping up an dressed all in black
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With a trendy suit and a swanky hat
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i knew he was a legend but he looked like a twat
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Some say he's evil and he looks really dodge
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but he's a legend and his names Frankie Large
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Fuckin Respect to the GLC, knows your safe the fuckin lot of you...Even Onestep
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Fuckin, safe as fuck
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The name is Mystikal, you know the score
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Keeping it large, smoking the draw
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leave all the girlies begging for more
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Hit the old man, He hit the floor
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But he wasn't knocked out
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He gave a shout and charged
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like an underworld larger lout
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Well my name is Mystikal so I speak in the style of the medievil Druid, Thankyou.
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GLC Will Bang In Your Face
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| Goldie Lookin' Chain |
