F64 by Elro Lyrics
I wanna be a black man damn
Got an egg, spoon and sack, now I'm mixed raced fam
I wanna be a B-B-M and by a B-B-M, I mean a big black man
If barbie queued in a barbecue, for a mixed grill meat and barbecue
Then barbies queued for the garbage who...
Wrote that it was hardly you!
And if she sells sea shells on the sea shore
Then the shells she sells are redundant right
'Cos the shells are abundant right
Like sex with a nun's cunt aiiightt
Question whether I wanna bed a nun?
Question whether I'll even have any fun?
Question whether I've ever had any better than a sket head
That smells like cheddar in a bun
My mates are like moss all over the rocks
Fag packets and bottles riddle my com-post
Tossed-off by a fit chick for a cheap cost
Few beers and biffs make a lad lost
Sheer birds are a burden
Too many in a group so I heard 'em
(Hear that)
Come back with a bottle of Jack
And drink fast
Pass time layin' in the grass
My mind is underground, mind
It came from under the ground, mined
I don't mind if you mind, or mind if I mind, because:
Two minds are better than one, I've got better than puns
I'm an irregular cunt
Whose flow is two toke, pass, your go!
Who knows where we go next?
I do!
Lets go
Since SB, Elro's elbow deep in the gash
Don't use toilet paper, just use rizla and cash
I'm lyin' all I got was a rash from a
Cheap chick that I met, and I bet that
Whether we ever met on the met-office
The weather was wet, and now I wanna get-off-this and
Do something random like...
Hold an ostrich hostage!
In a mosque with bondage
Then breed an artist like Rick Ross with the ostrich
Rick Rostrich!
Going off on a tangent
Like Winton or Hensen
They're tanned gents
For Lent I might ban Lent or ban
Scott Mills
New Tangent:
Man called Lee went bankrupt and got AIDS
Now he's a poorly poor-lee
Fat chicks adore me
'Cos I'm a dormi dormi
Regular shirt
I'm impeccable but they wanna
Keep peckin' at my nuts
So I put my nuts in huts and hide 'em
I'm stood behind 'em with a pork rice and cake
Enticin' them with a steak rice, and big slice of bison, baked
Immigrants, Paedos, Jobless mixed on the East-Wing of a plane
That face north with the egg and them baked is a right wing cake
A means one, then B means two
Then D plus B is F
If H means 8, then 8 means H
Then 8 by H is sixty four more
The bars are fresh, I wanna par the best
I'm gonna send for the backstreet boys and JLS
Sixty Eight and I might keep gloatin'
Sixty Nine and my chick's deep throatin'
Seven'y bars and my chick's gone back to the car for the handjob;
Quick lotion
Got an egg, spoon and sack, now I'm mixed raced fam
I wanna be a B-B-M and by a B-B-M, I mean a big black man
If barbie queued in a barbecue, for a mixed grill meat and barbecue
Then barbies queued for the garbage who...
Wrote that it was hardly you!
And if she sells sea shells on the sea shore
Then the shells she sells are redundant right
'Cos the shells are abundant right
Like sex with a nun's cunt aiiightt
Question whether I wanna bed a nun?
Question whether I'll even have any fun?
Question whether I've ever had any better than a sket head
That smells like cheddar in a bun
My mates are like moss all over the rocks
Fag packets and bottles riddle my com-post
Tossed-off by a fit chick for a cheap cost
Few beers and biffs make a lad lost
Sheer birds are a burden
Too many in a group so I heard 'em
(Hear that)
Come back with a bottle of Jack
And drink fast
Pass time layin' in the grass
My mind is underground, mind
It came from under the ground, mined
I don't mind if you mind, or mind if I mind, because:
Two minds are better than one, I've got better than puns
I'm an irregular cunt
Whose flow is two toke, pass, your go!
Who knows where we go next?
I do!
Lets go
Since SB, Elro's elbow deep in the gash
Don't use toilet paper, just use rizla and cash
I'm lyin' all I got was a rash from a
Cheap chick that I met, and I bet that
Whether we ever met on the met-office
The weather was wet, and now I wanna get-off-this and
Do something random like...
Hold an ostrich hostage!
In a mosque with bondage
Then breed an artist like Rick Ross with the ostrich
Rick Rostrich!
Going off on a tangent
Like Winton or Hensen
They're tanned gents
For Lent I might ban Lent or ban
Scott Mills
New Tangent:
Man called Lee went bankrupt and got AIDS
Now he's a poorly poor-lee
Fat chicks adore me
'Cos I'm a dormi dormi
Regular shirt
I'm impeccable but they wanna
Keep peckin' at my nuts
So I put my nuts in huts and hide 'em
I'm stood behind 'em with a pork rice and cake
Enticin' them with a steak rice, and big slice of bison, baked
Immigrants, Paedos, Jobless mixed on the East-Wing of a plane
That face north with the egg and them baked is a right wing cake
A means one, then B means two
Then D plus B is F
If H means 8, then 8 means H
Then 8 by H is sixty four more
The bars are fresh, I wanna par the best
I'm gonna send for the backstreet boys and JLS
Sixty Eight and I might keep gloatin'
Sixty Nine and my chick's deep throatin'
Seven'y bars and my chick's gone back to the car for the handjob;
Quick lotion