Rutten

Now we've reached the hour of spliff politics

It's the time of the night when everyone knows who's got a spliff

And in which direction it's going

See Casey, in the hood?

He doesn't know Herbie, the kid skimming up next to him

But to get a toke, he's got to start up some bullshit conversation

And keep it going, until he gets passed the spliff

(Smells, like, so bad to me)

(Can't afford a bit of solid)

Now look at Herbie's face, he knows what's up

He's just hoping Casey will run out of steam

So that he can pass the spliff to his mate, Felix

But Casey's determined to keep on going

(I grows my own shit, too)

He's got to be clever, to get in there

Just a few more laps to go

Casey's doing well

He's using all his best anecdotes

And Herbie now seems quite engaged in the conversation

Felix is trying to get acknowledged

Yeah, man

Fucking homegrown

Yeah, man, that homegrown shit's good, man

But it's not working

Aah, I just remembered, man

Millsy's coming down next week with some tie

Go out and hoof it, man

Wow! Look at Casey's face!

Now it looks like it's all been a waste of time and energy

Millsy? Millsy from Routh?

Yeah!

But he counters!

Oh, I knows Millsy from down Silhouette

It's neck and neck here, at the last lap

Hello, my little space kitten (Fucking hell)

Give us a toke on that

Boomshanka!

An interception!

But that's always the chance you take

But that's always the chance you take