yo yo yo
anto story by
(ye ready, ye ready)
(ye fucking ready?)
my fro can gro i know
so gerrup outta dat
dutch gold i'm told is old
so gerrup outta dat
five blokes, ???, no joke
so gerrup outta dat
drinkin, boozin, suburuzin is what i do
so gerrup outta dat
12 years of school is a load of bollix
12 minutes to rob me new car's hydralics
rippin down the motorway looking for mullingar
stopped for a drink but ended up with a bar
munchin and cruisin, smoking and boozin
fucked off me face reminiscin of susan
i'm quite an ugly prick
so i'm not one for choosen
beggers can't be choosers
so i take what i can get
coulda been my bird with a 20 stone ???
with a set so big they'd smother you to death
i once left a granny with a dirty saggy fanny
she told me she was thirty and her first name was annie
she gave woppah head cuz she took her teeth out
but the dirtiest thing was her feet in me mouth
toenails orange and crooked as fuck
to trust my luck me dick'd get stuck
an unlucky bastard
a fucking disaster
but at the drinking
i'm the master
blackcurrent vodka, malibu and coke
nod your heads and just toke on your smoke
deseigner cloths, drama shows, bravo
gerrup outta dat
vienetta, polo sweaters, playing checkers
gerrup outta dat
my best friend wears ralph lauren and drives a benz
gerrup outta dat
private yachts, lots of dosh
but i'm not posh
gerrup outta dat
4 years at blackwork, then i went to clongowes
i'm smoking pot but it's not as if my mom knows
went to morocco, daddy bought me bongos
now i drink strongbow and snort coke up my long nose
my bird is always on a beach in a bikini
while i'm making a pot of tea with a panini
i hope that one day i'll lose my virginity
just year i graduated from trinity
i thought vinnie jones was great in lock stock
i wish i knew a bloke like that from foxrock
fresh out of D4, money i see more
i like to go shopping with my main man igor
we go to marks & spencers, park the cars
and whip out mom and dad's barclay cards
it's like riding a bike or flying a kite
and i'm a pure bred south sider for life, roysh
that's right
shut your mouth you fuckin eejit
you go back to where ever you came from you, you petty commoner
get away with all your fucking money,
the state of ye fucking, ye fucking idiot ye
well i drive nicer cars and wear nicer clothes than you
yeah well i rob cars, ye bollix


