GTHC (feat. Street Soldier)

Gezzas to the left, gezzas to the right

Someone's getting knocked out on my site

Eugh

Lay this cunt out

Ooo

Get up the ladder or I'll stab you in the bladder

I'll chase you up the apple and pears and smash you with that brand new chair

Now give us them scraps

Or we're gonna end up having a scrap

I'll carve you up like a fucking doner kebab

On a Friday night like a stella fight

Cocaine, Ecstasy, Charlie, the white stuff, the good stuff, fuck you and fuck you

01483 motherfuckers

GTHC

Pull up on me, I'll make a fucking hole in your fucking head with my fucking makita

Chat shit, get the fucking breaker

Arf arf (GTHC)

You're just a little fucking mug, who's gonna get strung up for running his fucking mouth

I'm gonna leave you jawless you two faced mother fucker

You fucking cunt

Brap, brap, brap, brap

Wasteman left for dead

Hole through your fucking head

You're not a man you're just a little fucking bitch

Now fight me like a man, don't be a wasteman

I'll fill you up with gravy from the fucking caravan

Oi shorty come sort them out

(Bullshit)

Street Soldier, Pintglass, on that Stella drinking shit motherfucker

Haha

Bringing that Yorkshire shit, straight to the pit

You know it motherfucker, ain't no doubt about it

Welcome to our house of pain

I'll pack you up pack you in, going straight in the dust bin

Man makes promises better trust him

Justice, in a violent form

Get your top guns out take a hammer to the jaw, shit talker

You ain't gonna talk no more, if you can't finish it then don't start a war

Wanna try me? Come and have a go, all nine stone big man I guarantee you won't

I'll fucking bray him you little cunt

Bree

Bullshit street shit

Never stop