Kids Magistrates dished me out my asbo Tagged me for pushing haribo Well patchoulied up like a grebo Better bone structure than Gretta Garbo Herbie 2 got the flow Unrestricted like a beat pipeline from Tajikstan to Idaho Yo What's up kids, Drinks are on me Poppers whizz and sensi Wicked lyrical workshops going for free Beat seekers allowance has hooked me Poem for the free Just sign on every week cos they melted down your key Tattooed your bike lock code on your foreskin just in case she can't read That's if with your blairite clubfoot you'll get to plant your seed So can you read? With Bill Oddie watching Jeckyll from my hide I step forth onto the high street and see my lighter side The blue sunrise sets on me as all shackled I descend Into the tenebers of Babylon cos codes I broke and do bend The moral of the story is and shall go down in history Meet me with the kids and Blyth and instigate our mutiny.
#02 November 2006
Comments...
i'd offer you some ice for that drink but you too cold already
Posted by: drinks | 11:09am 3 November 2006
This lack of teaching is inspirational Jimma. Maybe I should hang up my markbook and spit a few bars too!
Posted by: sir | 5:50pm 3 November 2006
Super duper, wax on, wax off lyrical. The new badge of honour: check out his ass and bo! selecta.
Posted by: chenzo | 4:14pm 4 November 2006
Yo Bim Bimma, whats poppin? Expect a visit apres chrimble.
Posted by: | 7:36pm 4 November 2006