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DIZZEE RASCAL - Dizzee Rascal Creeper Album : Unknown
roll deep on these put these MC's on deep freeze hit these, whip these and rip these come like busta we flip these please, dont ramp with these fearless, angry, sick MC's dont like christines or britneys la las or tinky winkys this ones strictly for pickneys old school afros, dry white knees barclays, halifax we stick these endless gunshots we lick these trick these CID's with ease touch mic MC's jump like fleas player haters get chopped like trees avoid rascal to avoid injuries
And i hit 'em like a lightning bolt 5,000 volt, its your own fault stand still, i'll put your crew to a halt cover MC's like pepper and salt gunman bullets go right through your coat 9 milli take Billy for a billy goat lay low roll deep on the river boat cuttin 'em dizzie rascal cut throat
rewind wind-re lay to the side its us goin straight to the front line thugs to the left, right, front or behind never nice, gotta be cruel to be kind dry lips sippin' on the dry white wine feel funny took a draw o' this, feel fine husband i'll make your wifey be mine get pussy, get poum, get feline
lyrical staff never could they ever take me for a chuaff schollar in the english schollar in the maff dizzie aint no rif raf hit 'em with the rise, new kick, uppercut, jab dont make me loose my rag im a troublesome lad barefoot shaolin lad lyrically far from swag
and im far from clean i'll play kiss chase with your aunt maureen get rhymes get heard get seen dizzee run things like in the army keep vigilante keep on guard we chuck grenades at scotland yard retard get kicked hard real hard leave death threats in your birthday card
weights in the gym glass full of alizay right to the brim roll deep, so deep, they cant swim doin' it for Kiesha, doin it for kim he wants arms house, he wants to swing if he try a ting, he get a punch in the chin rascal is here so you better start worryin' get a hidin', beatin', turfin'
didnt wanna care left that boy in a gutter somewhere when i talk live-o, when i talk rare i'll make you wish you were born elsewhere i gotta wash that girl out my hair shes old news everyones been there no we're not equal no we're not fair that girls anything she gets air
take time pussy cleat samurai seperate legs from feet 22 inch blade nothin' aint sweet leavin MCs on the floor in the street that boy cant compete Dizzee dont play fair Dizzee might cheat draw for your handgun, draw for your heat Dizzee boy make a big boy look petite
sex, played and worked girls say dizzee rascal is a jerk do it for the bentley do it for the merc wanna make cash money like some Turk that boy got hurt never knew that his girlfriend was a flirt sex in the alleyway, sex in the dirt send her home in a black torn up skirt
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