Site mentality, geezer's reality
Bloke brutality, plonker fatalities
(Run your fucking mouth again you little pick)
(Come here you fucking cunt, you're gonna get a fucking)
Take a steel cap boot to the family jewels
Apprentice turned up he ain't got any tools
Fucking churning up, I put him straight through the wall
Skillsaw through his face, I'm cutting rates
I'll have you, I'll have you, I'll have you and your mates
The GTHC leaving you in a court case
Done, strung up, you fucking mug
Throwing your corpse in the fucking brick tub
Six feet deep is where you'll be
Now the dickhead's fucking dead (dead)
Little piggy at the door, getting my rights read
He called a 1053, it's the 01483, you cunt
You're fucking dead on my porch, fist through your jaw
Holy fuck, the neighbor saw
It's a triple homicide, fighting for my life
40 keys of gear hiding on my site
A million pounds worth of Cocaine-
Stella Artois
Stop fucking around with the radio, you prick!
This is GTHC and Swiss cheese, Geeza, motherfuckers
From the left to the right, from my gaff to your site
I'm cream crackered, these gears fucking knackered
Off to the pub, let's get fucking battered
Twinkle twinkle little star, you can find me at the bar
Why the fuck is it a problem to drink a pint
In the morning before popping to work?
You will never see me on construction site without a pint in my hand
While I’m trying to figure out how to install the water pipe
Let me drink as much as I want
I am the shit-faced plumber
As long as you can go shit in the morning
And as long as you can go shower your body
Then you shouldn’t care
About what I am drinking or I will vomit all over you
I will pop up to your gaff and slam the shitter on your small pisser
And the England players going down on the turves
And he's hit the ball
