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Harlem Spartans
Party rock I'm laughing my arse off
Had the whole party stinking of stardog
I need it all I'm starving
Out in the woods with a dots

laughing my arse off
I'm choking on my lungs
Why don't you fuck off
Is it 'cause I'm innocent
'Cause I ain't gonna believe your bullshit, no
Every lie you

So why am I laughing my arse off at parts of this top chump with money?
Cos it's always sunny

Run for your life!
Knitting needles have, since school,

Starving
Hank Marvin the Martian with zoots passing
I’m asking for two blasts then, I’m laughing my half-caste arse off
So Just Give Me A Sign
Give Me A Life

the arse to be quite blunt, sir, excuse my French but ...
(They have reached BRIAN and MANDY's house.  MANDY goes in.  BRIAN gives the
BEGGAR a coin.)
	BRIAN

When the 'old bill caught
Me wanking in the wood
(Fucksticks) When I came a'tumbling
Off my BMX (Fucksticks) When I split my
Frenulum whilst having sex

Kingston redOne dizzee

Look at that back off, stacked tough
Make me wanna jack-off
I gotta take my hat off
Standing ovation, round of applause
Clap

Luvd U

67

Secure the Bag!

2017

feelings way too quick
But I lose them so much quicker
My old girl's arse was thick
But my new girl's arse is thicker
But I was, but I was wrong
You

man I ain't get no sleep
Because I'm busting my arse off tryna see these dreams, it's like
You know me man I ain't get no sleep
Because I'm busting my

carrying ten tons of cement trucks
Endless rhymes, my thoughts are scattered
Laughing, hahaha, smiling is taxing
On my poor soul, matching with my rapping

Don't trip
Fuck up off of my ship
Screaming yo ho
My peg leg make me skip

All hands on deck
You scurvy dog bitch
Cannons burn you
At the stake like

that off, ching him, ching him (uh-uh)
Then my name start ringin' (start ringin')
Badness, I had it from young (me)
Them man act bad for the women

Still laughing
These niggas broke
And I'm still laughing
I ain't no hoe

I ain't no hoe
I'm gone get at it
Shit I'm so close
I can spit at it
These

Theme from an Imaginary Film

Blur

Another Side Of...

1995

and the days of them all
Well push me over
I'm flat on my back but I'm having a ball
And just look whose laughing

What if I flew like a dove dear
What if

known twerker, shake that arse, let me rrr, rrr, rrr
Practice makes perfect, free R1, swang that blade, got birded (Free him)
'Round here, we don't do

your
Style off Bassman and Trigga a likkle bit
My style's strong a likkle bit
You can't scare me with Wing
Chun a likkle bit spit two bars
Draw for

Make It Last

Dizzee Rascal

Raskit

2017

just to let me know I'm blessed

But that's all in the past
So just settle off your arse
Reminisce and raise your glass
Nowadays I have a blast

to Robert Smith;
Up your arse to Albert Camus;
All those "I'm suffering for my arty" types,
Jimbo, I blame them all on you.

Anyone who handles life's pain

and my ego
we know everybody's business 'cause everybody's in this
Me and my ego
we show off for the girls with the dance routines

I Me My Me I Me My Me I

Give a fuck on what you hating bout
(Ha) Laughing at these bitches
Cause they think they competition nah my bitch better
(Ha, Ha, Ha) Laughing at you

2010 was a freshmen
In high school with my best friend
I was certain that we'd dance till the end
Step up if you're next man
If you breakdance come

couldn't get em to stay
I'd bump tunes in my room and let the Decibels raise
I feel my feet lift off the ground
Open my mind and feel the sound
Feel

conscience
Man have been putting in work constant
Celebrating life with my dargs dem
We've been having us a real nigga conference

Laughing and joking smoking

Yeah yeah I love to laugh
To have a little gaff
Til I laugh right off my ass
Like they put me on the damn gas
Yes that's right I love to chuckle
I