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    Ow my toe, ow my finger, ow my head
    Ow my head

    Ow ow ow (ow my head)
    My foot hurts, I'm limping but I've looked worse
    11 fingers deep in a crooks purse
    I can't read but I'm beating off my book worm
    Crook perm genius and delete it, Mr. Push First (ow my head)
    I scrape my shin to the naked skin
    Looked away hating on my breaking splint, think
    You take a picture of my face and grin
    But all I wanna do is make a coke mix and rape a bin
    Bacon chin, you got a face like a smashed pasty
    I crash vans into river banks and act skanky
    Pan bashing in my attic getting Anne Frankie
    I bake pastry, E-honda, Hand wanky
    Sticky sticky fist the city like I'm picky Nicky
    Begging me for 50p, ridiculous and sippy sippy
    Mr. Kissy, fuck you and your Christmas wishy
    I tiger uppercut the business out your bitches chimney

    Oww, is there a doctor in the house?
    I'm fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like
    Oww, is there a doctor in the house?
    I'm fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like (ow my head)
    Oww, is there a doctor in the house?
    I'm fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like
    Oww, is there a doctor in the house? (ow my head)

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    Yo Doc, I'm fucked, still I'm up entertaining sensual finger painting
    Sick of painting flows and killing shows un till the systems breaking
    Master what my father passed me down
    Though I'm barging passed the crowd not giving a fuck giving the hardest style (ow my head)
    I'm in to rearranging (fuck off)
    Product of changa ville, eyes red like the man of steel
    I ain't a man to steal unless I'm rolling with the merry men
    Holding down the jungle like Kenny Ken
    I keep it British like roast dinners and cream teas
    Putting your soul into lyrics is what the scene needs
    So I'ma keep it real for people that want their sound back
    'Cause nowadays we looking like a whole different species (ow my head)
    But parody rapping or latching onto the fans
    Your band wagons looking like its all about to collapse
    Fuck views, shares, likes and all that whack shit
    I do this to make good music, fam and that's it (ow my head)

    Oww, is there a doctor in the house?
    I'm fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like
    Oww, is there a doctor in the house?
    I'm fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like (ow my head)
    Oww, is there a doctor in the house?
    I'm fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like
    Oww, is there a doctor in the house? (ow my head)

    I've got a hairline fracture on my middle toe, it's probably fine
    Worlds ending, put the kettle on and recline (chill)
    But while we're real lets make scrilla like J-Dilla
    Mate, sip a beer, but straight jibba paint killer (ow my head)
    I bumped me knee on something G
    What I'm trying to say is don't fuck with me
    Keeping it real, I'm feeling hostile, but (ow my head)
    I entered the room with a stapled on smile (look)
    I had to get outside myself to find my inner peace
    As cute as a puff puppy but I'm still a beast
    My keepers ring the police when they see me off the leash
    In the streets in a fleece, rare Hilfiger fleece (ow my head)
    A reprobate with a tax rebate
    Fuck a brace mate, I Photoshop my teeth straight
    I pose with the gwap, I'm over the top (money)
    I re-follow trends I started ages ago but forgot (ow my head)

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    Composición: Gareth John Davies, Pete Cannon, Dirty Dike y L Lewis

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