Pingle Bells

I'm with ugly betty and she's getting ketty
Brain is turning to confetti, babe's Italian
Slurp that pussy like spaghetti
At a fucking rave, Kaddy on the waves
Getting gifted all the shit he craves
Tonight we misbehave
Talk 'bout gifted, now we're talking talent
Making parents joyous since the year 2000
A* grades I found arousing
Gallies know I'm gallant
Fuck Gucci, I give my gals orgasms
Dopamine release and massive muscle spasms
Pingle bells, pingers sell
LSD, MDE, DMT, I can see
I'm the future of this
Motherfucking music industry
(On it's knees!)
It can suck my dick, tell me I'm sick
SPACESHIT! the clique, so fucking quick
The illest, skillest killing the killers
The realest immigrant doing bits
Know my tounge like the back of my hand
Bet you can't say that shit
And my history still a mystery
Popping pillies, smoking billies
Hate to tell you, but I know
You motherfuckers silly

See me walking like a pleb
Into the spoons with my goons
12 pints and 6 pitchers later
Now I'm on the moon
Down the street: chips, kebab and meat
Garlic Sauce has got to be
Give bossman £5.60, but now I gotta leave
Man's gotta leave
Meet a peng, blonde ting in the park
Smoking blunts in the dark
Offering an itty-bitty
Take a toke and then I whitey on her titties
Get a slap around the head and then I pass out
I'd be embarassed if I gave a fuck
But right now, I feel like I was hit by a truck
My wallet's gone, that bitch is out of luck
No card on a night out
I never trust myself with money on a night out
I call my papa for a lift
He's fucking sick, I get back home
And have a shit, and that's exactly
When reality hits
That bitch stole my fucking railcard
For fuck's sake



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