I rise at 5 o'clock, drive right down to the dock. To see a man about a dog. This might come as quite a shock. But I'm selling rock. And the other stuff. Same colour as Elton's cock. Hit me up it's all in stock. Traffics chock-a-block. And I need to chop a block. Up the bus lane like a shot. Fuck the fine, the cars not mine its hot. Not getting nicked with what I've got. Sentences, I've dodged a lot. Too much gear I've lost the plot.

My boy says stop the rot. Stop the blow and the micro dots. Before I fall off like Microsoft. Too much dipping I'll make a loss. Told him straight I couldn't give a toss. My own rules my own boss. I still graft though I don't goss'. I've had food since MS-DOS. Got that snow and I've got that frost. Drop that off as soon as poss'. Pinky a gram is what it costs. I don't care for those who floss. Big fake watch Tom & Cross. Blud my clothes ain't even washed. Vans so old they're growing moss.