Lyrics:
Stop eating all that chocolate
Eat salad instead
In fact, you're a half-wit from somewhere or other
Why don't you bog off back to Xanadu in
1. It's up to you [...]
Right Rex, you'd better get it sorted out
......and nobody likes you. Why don't you do us all a favour and bog off back
1. It's up to you
Right Rex, you'd better get it sorted out
......and nobody likes you. Why don't you do us all a favour and bog off back
Dropped a log in The Ritz
Dropped a log in Cooper Rose
And blew the bog to fucking bits
When a gan to spoons a just have to curl one oot
A start off
the turtles
Heading for the bog
And falling off the log.
They make the water splash,
And feeling no backlash,
They climb the happy banks.
On the boats,
that fucking bastard and stop hiding in the bogs,
Fuck off home.
Fuck off you twat, we want to stoppy back, stoppy back.
Fuck off you twat, we want
I let them confess
Whatever they have to
Get off their chest
It bogs me down
Puts me to the test
There is only so much
I can digest
Sequestered and choked, they've gone for the throat, spiders and worms convoked Servym is dead
Mothlords stave off, into the bog, the Sallow Moth
Fetti, get him off the rock
BOG, yeah, that shit was light
Fuck Rah, left him at the light
Don't lack, gotta keep a pipe
Since twelve, yeah, I seen
bar
Figured, well I could murder a drink
Then I suppose I might have gone too far
For I dozed off on the bog, my brains were on the blink
I was all in
the people sit you down
Take your mind off all your heartaches
And you'll find they're good as gone
Now the ball is on the uptake
Join the world and be
So every time I start sweating
In some cinemax hell
I start thinkin about those days when
My life was living hell
Seek silence in the swamp
Better off
farting
I’m ya bog standard Bloke
I like chicks, drink and smoke
Bog standard Bloke
I like chicks, drink and smoke
You know me, manna rarse it
Yack
Nobody knows
It was my first time going
To the murderer's bog
The murderer's bog
The second I had plans
For a funeral feast
I sent an invitation
Got time that I'm dying to kill
Brain's hazy but the frights are real
I get choked in the smog
Need a dose for the bog
See the ghosts in the fog like
the trimmings
Roast spuds and peas yorkshire puds
Swede and carrot mash and broccoli
Sausage stuffing
Cauliflower and brussel sprouts of course
All topped off
trapowałem cały dzień
Kurwy wyznaczyły cel
Ja nim jestem, jaki to pech
Dla was jestem bulletproof
Bo u góry sądził będzie mnie Bóg
Trafie do nieba bo żyłem za
ever seen
Lately the bogs mean
Creased and unclean
Such freaks wreck havens
Once lit freed and freezing
Greatest eye
Blackest flower
See it off massive
waistline
Ian trynna waste time
I'm jus trynna get a bog
Going fast all day trynna save time
I know I got a lot
But it still ain't enough
I know niggas be
of good old fun
Country folk for miles
Come to play in that mud
At the Frog Eye Mud Bog
Everyone's a friend
We're dancing in the clay
To Escape that August
pumped it fast
Sluring off the ' drank, man
I mean, I humped it fast
I see that SRT, I'ma stop that bitch
We at your BM house, asking your Son, wear pops
Hej, hej, hej. Skrrt bop, bop, Skrrt bop, bop, bop
(Oi N'jay You MAD?!)
Min gun han är bög för han jappar sina opps
Skrrt bop, bop, skrrt bop, bop,
loving, you need loving too.
Doesn't take a lot to get off the ground.
There must have been a lot of magic
When the world was born.
Let me be
Well, I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
Going out of my head
I ain't seen you off the screen
But those films are my dreams
And I can't take
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