Get Rich 1. This is Where it Starts Chorus (twice first time) This is where it starts Yeah, this is where I start cunt Rip your shit apart I’ll rip your shit apart cunt Think your fuckin’ ‘ard I’ll show who’s fuckin’ ‘ard cunt This is where it starts I’m gonna fuckin’ start cunt If I’m alone it’d take three of you to ‘ave a go But ya still too slow when my blade says ‘ello. Larry is my name, nastiness the game Cut you up cunt, yeah, carve out my name. You start shittin’ bricks when my wrist starts to flick Across ya face quick, yeah now ya mouth’s all slit. Who’s laughin’ now? Ya gotta permanent frown I’ll tear ya shit apart if ya make me fuckin’ start. Chorus I’m in the drugs game but I’m not the prick dealin’ I’m in the thug game but I’m not the mug stealin’ I got this cute fuck who hangs about the clubs Sorts me out wi’ the money when she’s sold all the drugs Wot the wife don’t know she’ll never find out An’ when the cash flows in she don’t fuckin’ shout She knows I’m a thug a fuckin’ menace to society I’ll sort out any cunt who says he wants to fuckin’ start wi’ me! Chorus x2 Now my boys ‘ave been nicked who were doin’ the stealin’ An’ most of my money’s invested in the dealin’ Sarah’s the bird who’ll sort ya out wi’ pills If you fuck wi’ her you’re as good as killed. All my eggs in one basket I’ve gotta be wary But Sarah, she knows, not to get lairy. Round Sarah’s gaff is where I keep the stash Think I want it round mine? Shut up you twat! Possession with intention to sell can do you harm I already got a conviction list as long as my arm. This ain’t no test the police are desperate to arrest Make my face a mess when I’m resistin’ arrest There ain’t no way I’m goin’ back in the nick Keepin’ it slick, keep my eye on the bitch. I know Sarah don’t dare fuck wi’ me That goes for all of ya, don’t fuck wi’ me! Chorus x2 Chorus improvised Chorus 2. Down the Pub Chorus ‘Avin’ a drink or two, we the crew, we’re gettin’ pissed-up down the Pub So wot ya gonna do, fuck you, I got nothin’ to lose I’m gettin’ fucked up in the Club I’m getting’ the beers in, Stella for you mate? Fuck it, I’ll ‘ave a whisky, gettin’ pissed can’t wait Eyein’ up the birds, short skirts, tha’s my game Rich is my name, on the pull, you’re the same. Gotta bitta billy, save it for later? Don’t be silly ‘Ave a couple o’ lines now, confidence for the fillies. Chattin’ to some ‘n Bob goes “don’t fuck this up” Take it easy man, plenty more in the club. Coloured drinks, bouncy beatz, dance-floor, move ya feet But I’m getting’ knackered, time to grab a seat Bob’s chattin’ up a minger so I leave ‘im alone Then I see a gorgeous bird, sittin’ on ‘er own. Saunter over to ‘er, ask ‘er ‘ow it’s goin’ Now she’s lookin’ at me like she’s wishin’ she’s a dyke. But no harm wi’ me charm I soon get ‘er to smile I take it easy wi’ the banter, there’s plenty of time. The bird’s well fit, I wan’ ‘er on my dick Tell ‘er this quick but she thinks I take the mick. I offer ‘er a drink she wants water ‘cos she’s pilled-up Buy a couple off ‘er, it’s time to get fucked-up. Turns out ‘er name’s Sara, I say I never seen ya But ya come to the wrong club if ya wanna be a dealer The place is full o’ piss-‘eads, no-one on the class A’s The only drug they want’s alcohol to get ‘em off their face. Now I feel the tingle. Yeah, my rush is comin’ on. I tell ‘er that I’m on one an’ I kiss ‘er on the lips An’ I’m feelin’ fuckin’ ‘orny so I grab ‘er by the hips I pull ‘er on the dancefloor for more, you know the score Wanna shag this bitch till my dick is fuckin’ sore. Dancin’ ‘round like a clown, best footwork in the town My body’s fuckin’ buzzin’, it’s all lookin’ sound. Sara grabs me an’ asks me “is it time for a taxi?” Back to ‘er’s for some shaggin’? Yes please. 3. Sneak out Creepin’ I shagged the bitch now I’m on a fuckin’ come-down Roll a fat joint, she says she wants to lie down Now she falls asleep, wot the fuck’m I gonna do? The only reason I’m ‘ere’s to make love to you. I check out the room, nice flat I s’pose Then I stumble an’ trip on our torn-off clothes. Brain’s racin’ now I’ve gotta knock on the ‘ead Then I see what’s hidden there under the bed. Chorus Coke, speed, pills, weed, shit-loads, fuck me Fuckin’ massive stash, must be worth a few G’s Can’t share it wi’ Sara, if she’s still sleepin’ An’ so I nick the lot, sneak out creepin. I see a bag o’ white powder down there, take care, Pull it out an’ ‘ave a look. Sara’s not just a dealer from the looks of things She’s a major fuckin’ crook. I put a dab of some on my gums, They all gone numb, come on my son! Fuckin’ near-pure Charlie, an’ wha’ do I see? A nice bit o’ speed. Like magic, I feel the epiphany Surely all the drugs ‘ere were all meant for me. I see a shit-load o’ weed an’ a fuck-load o’ pills It’s hard to fight the urge to steal. So I sneak around ‘er place, off my face, I’m lookin’ for a case, or maybe just a bag. Try an’ remember where she lives But it’s nowhere near me, so who gives a shit? Fall asleep on me? Bitch is takin’ the piss, an’ now she’s gonna wish That she stayed awake, ‘cos I’m gonna take It all, now I found a fuckin’ hold-all. Back in the bedroom an’ she’s snorin’ like a pig I slowly grab the hold-all, careful wi’ the zip Why bother? Just calm down Rich It’ll probably take an earthquake to wake this bitch. I stash it all away, okay, I’m fuckin’ on my way I feel a bit guilty. Fuck that shit, stop that weepin’ It’s time to sneak out creepin’. Sara : (Yawn) Er, Rich? Oh, gone has he? What a surprise…Hey, what’s that? He’s been at the bloody coke! I haven’t even cut it yet. Oh…shit. No, no, he can’t have taken everything…did I get his number, shit! Oh fuck, Larry’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna fucking kill me! What am I gonna do? Rich : (evil chuckle) Interlude (telephone rings) Pete : Hello? Sara : Alright Pete, how’s it going? Pete : Not too bad, wassup? Sara : I was wondering, if it’s alright for you to drive me down to my mum’s, it’s really urgent… Pete : Everythin’ alright? Sara : No, it’s bloody not, this little prick’s nicked all the gear! Pete : Oh fuck…does Larry know yet? Sara : No, but he’s gonna be checking on how much I’ve sold soon, if he finds out that it’s all gone he’ll kill me! Pete : I’m sure he won’t- Sara : You don’t know him, he’s gonna go fucking mental, he’ll- Pete : Hey, calm down, it’ll be alright. Look, I’ll see you in about half an hour, okay? Sara : Yeah, yeah…cheers… (hang-up) 4. ‘Ave anotha Spliff If I was Dre I’d call it Chronic But it’s not an’ I’m not but I’m on it. I gotta nice fat joint but I want it on it’s own So I pack up a nice fat cone. I’ve set up the bong, but I’ll maybe ‘ave a bucket It’s like… ah fuck it. I feel the vibes of the skunk goin’ in me An’ I’m starin’ at the strange things, that I see. Now I’m feelin’ sort o’ groovy Playstation 2’s like watchin’ a movie. Kill a motherfucker in a second ‘Cos I’m on the best level an’ I got the best weapon Now Bob steps in did I tell ya ‘e’s my flat-mate? “Oh great, Rich is in a state.” Hey wait, Plenty for you mate, you’re not too late to come and partake. Bob smokes a toke, ‘e’s grinnin’ like a Cheshire I try to skin up but it’s too much pressure. Bob sees the size o’ the stash an’ starts flippin’ An’ now all the drugs that I’ve done ‘ave got me trippin’. Chorus I’m goin’ mental my mind’s gone haywire Feels like my brain is fuckin’ on fire Feelin’ nice when my mate Bob come round, now it’s a Fucked Up Come-Down My heart’s goin’ mental, 20 beats a second Is it just me? Wot do you reckon? Start getting’ para ‘bout the stuff that I nicked Ah fuck it, ‘ave another spliff. I chill out in a bit, smoke more o’ this shit Just play some music stop trippin’ like a prick Now Bob’s gettin’ settled skinnin’ up like a veteran Think I’ll leave the bongs alone for the time bein’. I tell Bob ‘ow I got the stash just to shock ‘im From the look on his face you’d think I tried to Glock ‘im. “Wot if she comes round here Rich to get her stuff? A girl like that must know geezers who’re tough.” Don’t worry mate, she ain’t from round ‘ere That last club we went to we’ll just steer clear. ‘E don’t look ‘appy when I tell ‘im this shit Ah fuck it, ‘ave another spliff. Now I’m feelin’ mellow ‘n Bob is too We’re both lookin’ at the stash ‘n wonderin’ wot to do. No joke, it’s crazy, we’ve ‘ad too many tokes All gone hazy the room’s full o’ smoke. My vision clears, I’ve got an idea: We can make a lot o’ money from sellin’ this gear. Yeah, no shittin’, beats workin’ for a livin’ I suggest it to Bob but he’s too busy trippin’. Thinkin’ ‘bout dealin’ ‘n all that money An’ when I nicked the shit ya gotta admit it was funny. Creepin’ round the flat o’ the comatose bird An’ when I put it in the bag she never even ‘eard. Wot about my conscience? Ya talkin’ nonsense Worryin’ about all this crap makes no sense. Wonderin’ about the reaction of that bitch, Ah fuck it, ‘ave another spliff. [spoken] Yeah, it’s good shit mate, Fuckin’ quality bud, Maybe too good, Ah fuck I think I’m trippin’ again! Chorus (with alternative last line)[spoken] Just ride it out mate, ride it out, ride it out. Fuckin’ buzzin’… 5. Fuck that Bitch Ron : No sign of Sara then? Larry : Well, I gotta couple of ‘er mates left to see but it looks like no-one knows where the fuck she’s got to. Ron : Bloody ‘ell Larry, you should never of let her look after all that gear! Larry : Well I couldn’t keep it in the fuckin’ ‘ouse could I? Anyway, she was good for the odd shag every now an’ then an’ it saved me dealin’ the shit. Ron : She got any family or anything? Larry : ‘Course she proba’ly ‘as. I’ve just gotta find out where, look I’ve gotta go, I’ll give you a call when I found out somethin’, alright? Ron : See ya mate. Yeah, I’m a fucked-up villain that’s true So don’t go fuckin’ wi’ me ‘cos I’ll be fuckin’ wi’ you My head’s nippin’ me, my mates rippin’ it outta me ‘Cos I let that bitch get robbed, Fuck me. All my coke, all my speed, all my pills an’ my weed. Shit. That’s all I need. Now my income’s dropped down to zilch That fuckin’ slut let my drugs get filched. So wotcha gonna do? I’ll tell ya straight That bitch is now just a subject of hate I’m gonna find where she’s gone, with my mate an’ my gun She’s gonna wish that she’d never been born. So where ya gonna go? To ‘er mate’s ‘ouse, yo Some cunt’s starin’ at me through the window I kick in the door now I’m goin’ fuckin’ mad The little bastard’s gonna tell me where she’s at. Chorus Fuck that Bitch Say what? Fuck that Bitch You what? Fuck that Bitch She got ya shit nicked? Fuck that Bitch Fuck that Bitch Now ‘er mate’s givin’ lip, ‘e’s getting’ fuckin’ lairy But once I punch the cunt ‘e’s acting like a fairy I knee ‘im in the bollocks then I kick ‘im in the head Still breathin’, but ‘e’s wishin’ ‘e was dead. Don’t hurt me. Too late for that shit I grab ‘im by the throat, where is that bitch? I think she’s at her mum’s. Okay, give me the address You all don’t wanna know, about the rest. Larry : Ay, Ron, I’ve found out where that bitch has run off to. Ron : Where’s that? Larry : To ‘er mum’s, it’s a place out of town. Ron : Does she know you’re goin’ down there? Larry : I don’t think ‘er mate’s gonna be sayin’ much for a while. I’ll come pick ya up, don’t forget ya gun. Ron : Fuck…whatever you say, Larry. So I gets to the house her mum opens the door I shoot the bitch’s face off an’ she falls down to the floor. Sara’s upstairs, I grab her hair the fuckin’ mare She screams, but she’s goin’ nowhere. I knock ‘er around, where’s my drugs bitch? Said she was shaggin’ some little fuckhead called Rich. He nicked the drugs while she was sleepin’? I’m fuckin’ mental now, my mind is teeterin’ Over the edge. Calm down, says Ron Too late, my mind has gone I checked the lights earlier, no neighbours were home Yeah, no-one heard the shot, we’re all alone. Whatcha gonna do? I say, suck my dick She goes ahead but it’s not over yet I’m not thru wi’ you get ready for some pain I flip the bitch around an’ do her again ‘n again. 6. I Got the Best Shit Yeah I’m dealin’ this shit, It’s the best ya can get Got a dozen wraps sold an’ I ain’t started yet Get you high till ya wonder why you always said you’d never try An’ green for the come-down, don’t fuck wi’ the brown. You wanna sample? Let me give you an example See ya in 5 minutes in the toilet cubicle. Ya nose is on fire, 50 quid a gram This coke’s the best shit that you’ll ever have. Now the place is jumpin’ but the bouncer’s starin’ Watch ya back Rich, could be police anywhere But I didn’t get searched, it’s all too easy You want some nice pills? Yeah, come an’ see me. See the nutter on the dancefloor? I sorted ‘im out If ya want wot e’s on just give me a shout. Don’t bother wi’ the crap shit, my shit ain’t fake It all depends on how much you can take. Chorus (2nd time only) I got the best coke Fill up ya nose I got the best pills Take off ya clothes I got the best shit He’s got the best shit I got the best shit Yeah I’m pumpin’ an’ I’m bumpin’ an I’m jumpin’ I ‘ad 2 pills myself, there really somethin’ But I gotta keep control, gotta get a grip On the situation, I can’t let it slip. So I go an’ sit down ‘though my feet wanna dance My head is buzzin’ I go into a trance. A dark corner, I like the anonymity, Too many cunts wantin’ sortin’ out from me. Now a bird I don’t know comes an’ sits down next to me Is she fit? Or is it just the ecstasy? Says ‘er name’s Jo, we start to chat ‘Er boyfriend dumped ‘er, wot a twat. I’m bored of the club, I wanna late-night pub Somethin’ more intimate, she says why not? She’s a gorgeous sight under the streetlight I’ll save the dealin’ for another night. Now I’m meant to be relaxed, it’s chilled in ‘ere I’m high an’ she’s not, I’m in the wrong gear. During conversation she’s noticin’ my agitation I’m racin’, a fucked-up situation. My pupil’s dilatin’ an’ I can’t sit still Jo says no when I offer her a pill. She’s on the rebound, that’s sound, I walk ‘er home I say see ya ‘an get the number for ‘er telephone. 7. Muthafucka’s Gonna Die When I find that cunt, and I am gonna find that cunt, When I find that theivin’, fuckin’ prick, ‘Ere’s wot I’m gonna do… I’m gonna rip out ‘is ribcage ‘n shove it so far down his fuckin’ face That it’s stuck in ‘is lungs an’ just for fun I’ll rip out ‘is tongue But not before ‘e’s screamed like a cunt. Too nasty? Don’t get arsey Little cunt’s gonna fuckin’ pay for wot ‘e did to me That was my livelihood see, my way o’ makin’ money, Now I’m fuckin’ skint an’ my wife she left me. Too bad, y’ might say, these things ‘appen Not to me they don’t, wot crap you talkin'? You gonna fuck wi’ me, ya better start walkin’ A long way away ‘n get a fuckin’ new name. But I’ll still find ya, oh look, I’m be’ind ya Thought you could escape? Your ‘avin’ a wind-up. Your only choice now is it the gun or the knife cunt Give you a choice? Nah, I’ll just fuck you up. Chorus Is he gonna pay for the things he’s done Can you catch the cunt when he’s on the run? Yeah fuck that shit, muthafucka’s gonna die I don’t think I need to tell you why. Is he gonna pay for the things he’s done Can you catch the cunt when he’s on the run? Fuck that shit, I’m tellin’ ya why The muthafucka’s gonna die. Gonna steal from me, you allergic to livin’? The last little cunt who fucked wi’ me ain’t breathin’. They couldn’t ID ‘im ‘cos I’d kicked ‘is fuckin’ teeth in An’ set fire to the cunt when I caught ‘im theivin’. Rough justice? Nah, ‘e knew the score He started wi’ a little then ‘e wanted some more. Next thing ya know the prick’s textin’ ‘is ho Fuckin’ braggin ‘bout flashin’ the cash, yo. I got ‘is bitch first when I was on my way home, Skanky ho’ sittin’ in a pub on ‘er own. She got nervous when I went in an’ said ‘ello Fucked ‘er after spikin’ ‘er drink wi’ Rhohypnol. Got the cunt on the ‘phone, “I fucked your ho!” Lettin’ ‘im know who’s in control. I found ‘im later, all shit-scared Put the boot in, yeah, I kicked in ‘is ‘ead. So the twat’s name’s Rich ‘n ‘e met ‘er in a club That’s all I’ve got but I’ll find the cunt. I know these streets like the back of my ‘and An’ tha’s wot ‘e’ll feel across ‘is face, man, Yeah, bitch-slap the twat, fuckin’ little sap Too late now, to give the drugs back. Rip ‘im apart like a fuckin’ chainsaw Gonna grab ‘im an’ make ‘im taste ‘is face raw. But should I kill ‘im, or keep ‘im livin’? Don’t sue but I’m not in the mood for forgivin’. ‘E can pay wot ‘e owes wi’ ‘igh interest Loan shark the cunt so ‘e’ll never pay his debt. This sounds like a laugh, I’ll get ‘im on the crack Get ‘im robbin’ ‘ouses to pay me back. But inside o’ my mind I’ll always be waitin’ To kill the theivin’ bastard I’m hatin’. 8. I don’t care about Anything Anymore I can’t get up in the mornin’ or put on my clothes Unless I’ve got a line there to stick up my nose. All the drugs I’ve nicked are tearin’ me apart I wanna fuckin’ stop but I don’t know where to start. I get up in the evenin’ after ‘avin’ no sleep I’m stoned from the skunk but wired from the speed Bob’s doin’ some dealin I’m stayin’ in bed Roll another joint ‘n wishin’ I was dead. I was seein’ a bird Jo, seems like ages ago She couldn’t ‘andle my state said it was time to go Can’t blame ‘er I s’pose, I’m fucked I know, Ah, forget the pain, givvus a line of coke. Chorus I don’t care about anything anymore I’m not sure if I wanna live anymore I don’t care about anything anymore Can you show me somethin’, worth livin’ for? Bob comes back about 3 hours later I’m in the same place, ‘aven’t moved an iota I feel like movin’ but I’m on a nice rush But now Bob’s comin’ over an ‘e’s makin’ a fuss “Sort yourself out mate, you’re acting like a prick You used to be makin’ money, now you’re addicted. I’m holding the lot till you sort yourself out.” I’d ‘ave a go but I’m too knackered to shout. Bob : Look Rich, I’m hiding the lot in my room ‘till you’ve sorted yourself out. I’ll leave you some weed but you gotta sort yourself out, mate. Cold turkey? Yeah, whatever mate. I’ve been smokin’ all my life, well, since I was 8. An’ all these drugs are a more lethal addiction Think I’m givin’ up? You’ve been readin’ fiction. Still, one day at a time, ‘ave I got the willpower? My cravin’ for coke’s increasing by the hour I’m bloody hatin’ my mate for puttin’ me thru this Sod it, I’m ‘ard I’m gonna get thru this Yeah, I’ll get Jo back if I knock it on the ‘ead Or maybe I’ll go an’ pull another stunner instead No more speed-balls or lines I’ll just stick to the weed Can’t live your life runnin’ off coke an’ speed. 9. Gonna Kill ‘Im Well I’m down lookin’ round in the club where she met ‘im, Yeah, I’m trackin’ ‘im down an’ I’m fuckin’ gonna get ‘im. A geezer I speaks to says, “I know a Rich But who the hell are you, I don’t wanna snitch.” I look this guy in the eye and I gives ‘im the stare He shits ‘imself, says “He’s just over there.” But he’s not the one I want it’s a fat little bastard Actin’ all ‘ard ‘angin’ out with the rastas. The bloke I’m after’s a fuckin’ skinny wanker When ya tell me where he is ‘e’s not gonna thank ya. Gonna smash ‘is ‘ead in, get ‘im beggin’ me to stop bashin’ Pieces out ‘is face causin’ damage all over the place. I’ve only just started… ‘cos when I get goin’ No one’ll recognise the bastard. Fuck ‘im up bad, give him some more You’ll be needin’ a shovel to scrape ‘im off of the floor. Chorus …. I’m gonna get ‘im …. I’m gonna kill ‘im … I’m gonna get ‘im … wot, wot, wot Now I’m getting’ the feelin’ that ‘e’s probably dealin’ Makin’ money off o’ me now ‘e’s finished ‘is stealin’. I look around the place, everybody’s pissed If you were dealin’ in ‘ere you’d be takin’ a risk. No point lookin’ in ‘ere, cummon let’s face it I need to find the place where ya go to get wasted. I ask for the place where they play drum ‘n bass Or fast-paced techno to get off my face. It’s just a ten minute walk off down the road Stood like a muppet in the queue on my own. When I get inside I’m motherfuckin’ bakin’ Boilin’ ‘ot, sweatin’, but everybody’s takin’. A dealer’s dream wi’ no search on the door Everybody’s buzzin’ wantin’ more an’ more If the cunt’s not in ‘ere then ‘e’s fuckin’ insane Don’t take a genius to see there’s money to be made. Chorus A big geezer’s dishin’ out pills like candy I go up to ‘im, say “ya got some for me?” ‘E looks me up ‘n down, actin’ like a nob But I act all cool an’ ‘e says ‘is name’s Bob. ‘E ain’t a retard but ‘e ain’t too bright Looks quite ‘ard but you can see ‘e can’t fight. Opposite the dance floor there’s a chill-out room So I ask the fool if ‘e wants a game o’ pool. E’s fuckin’ crap at pool an’ so I take the piss ‘is luck disappears when ‘e says his mate’s Rich. Pretendin’ I know ‘im I asks “skinny geezer?” Bob nods ‘is ‘ead an’ says “e’s the dealer But at the moment he’s sick so I’m helpin’ for a bit Usually it’s Rich who’s dealin’ this shit.” I acts all calm but inside I’m fuckin’ mad The twat knows the cunt I’ve been trackin’ down! I shake his hand say I’m dancin’ for a while But I leave the club an’ get Ron on the mobile. “Get down ‘ere now, get movin’ you cock!” “Wot ya ringin’ me now for, it’s fuckin’ one o’clock!” I explain the situation: “wake up you cunt! I’ve found the bloke’s mate, go grab ya gun. I can see the club door from over the road There’s a kebab ‘ouse there. I’ll wait on me own.” I’ve got a good view I can see everything See all the fucked up kids makin’ their way in. Ron comes in a bit I wave him to come in ‘E looks real shit, weary an’ done in. “You woke me up Larry” he says actin’ mad. “Shut the fuck up an’ go get a kebab.” We’re waitin’ for Bob an’ then I see the twat. We follow the prick down the road to ‘is flat. 10. Final Confrontation (Larry) I say: “Ron, keep quiet in case Bob legs it ‘E might be a big cunt but he’s fuckin’ chickenshit Rich is ‘is flat mate, fuckin’ twat, mate Not long now ‘til we’re on the attack, mate Ya got the gun, mate? Good, gizzit ‘ere I’m all pumped up, let’s kick this into gear” Looks like we’re ‘ere, Bob’s got out ‘is keys Now we’re on ‘im like a fuckin’ contagious disease. Chorus Found the cunt now, time to smash ‘is face in The bloke’s fucked now, Final Confrontation (Rich) I’m knelt by Bob’s door tryin’ get at some Charlie Surely a lack of drugs is bound to harm me But I can’t find the key, wouldn’t mind some speed I’m on the weed but that’s not wot I need. This is serious now, my brain’s delirious If I don’t ‘ave somethin’ soon I’m sure it’ll kill us. Oh shit, that’s the sound of Bob at the door Time to pretend that I don’t want anymore. But fuck wot’s this, is Bob on the piss? ‘E’s fallen over, wot is this shit? I’m hearin’ loud voices, there’s someone else there I got no choice, time to make myself scarce I fuckin’ hear ‘em now they’re beatin’ ‘im up Say they want the bloke who nicked the drugs Oh shit that’s me, coke, speed, pills, weed Seemed a good idea, now I’m in deep. Chorus (Larry) We meet Bob at the door, knock ‘im to the floor Ron Holds ‘is ‘ead up, I batter ‘im some more Blood’s pourin’ out of his nose like a bitch “I want my drugs, where the fuck’s Rich?” “’E’s probably ‘ere somewhere, fuck, who knows?” He stammers an’ gasps thru a burst-up nose. Then I hear a noise from round the corner Got the cunt now gonna cut his fuckin’ balls off I walk around the corner, fuckin’ cunt’s bottlin’ it Don’t realise it’s too late to stop this shit ‘E looks like a heroin addict gone wrong I goes an’ gets the fuckin’ gun from Ron. Chorus (Rich) Now the bloke’s stood over me now, lookin’ blunt ‘E slaps my face, says “where’s my drugs cunt?” I act like a twat as if I don’t know where I’m at Then I kick ‘is feet away an’ the fucker falls flat ‘E’s an’ ‘ard bastard I can’t beat ‘im in a brawl Gotta get to the gun that’s fallen to the floor. I look ‘im in the eyes, no surprise, ‘e’s mental But now ‘is mate’s come round an’ I start to tremble. My ‘ead bounces off the wall, was it a kick? I dunno I’m seein’ stars, wonderin’ if these scars will show That’s the least of my worries as they kick in my ‘ead They won’t be ‘appy ‘til I’m fuckin’ dead. (Build-up) (Larry) I pull ‘im up by the ‘air, ‘e says “the drugs are in there” Ron kicks in the door as I jump on his leg. His bone snaps and the fucker screams in pain I like the sound so I do it again ‘E’s sobbin’ like my wife, I pull out my knife Enough of this strife time to end ‘is life Ron’s got the drugs ‘n ‘e’s gonna love this I slash Rich’s face, it’s time for justice. Chorus (Rich) I’m gonna die now if only I’d grabbed the gun But it’s gone, been picked up by someone I feel a quiver and my body starts to shiver Bloods pourin’ out of my face like a river. The bloke’s screamin’ at me now, ‘e says it’s time to die Then I see Bob out the corner of my eye They’ve beatin’ the fuckin’ shit out of ‘im, man Fuck me, ‘e’s got the bloody gun in ‘is ‘and! ‘E says “stop or I’ll kill ya, that’s enough Larry” “Fuck off ya cunt, ya don’t scare me Just give me the gun an’ I won’t kill ya mate You’ve ‘ad ya beatin’, want another taste?” Bob looks rough, ‘e’s ‘ad enough, ‘e’s fucked Larry looks at ‘is mate, ‘e can see ‘e’s out o’ luck No hesitation Bob shoots ‘em both in the head Final Confrontation, an’ we ain’t dead.
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