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at all
I ain't gone block ya
I don't think small
If that's you
It's ya arse you could haul yes

Bang bang with they warrin' games
Keep that don't bother

seen Boris?)
(Tip your bards, ye bastards!)
When the sun rises our bodies will throb
We'll haul to your duties and
Crawl to our jobs
But when the sun

punches soft, so you spar your kittens
Put ya on a T and knock ya arse to Britain
You can't reach my size, so don't bother with it
You been running small,

punches soft, so you spar your kittens
Put ya on a T and knock ya arse to Britain
You can't reach my size, so don't bother with it
You been running small,

The Festival Song

P.E.Z.

A Mind of My Own

2008

bumper-to-bumper until your arse hurts, all to get your car searched
And if your alcohol you're stressing 'cause you need it bad
Stashing bottles of vodka up in