Stoat (feat. Jason Williamson)

I aint no pole cat
I aint no stoat
I aint no rat
This hole aint me i aint going down it
I aint no ferrit
Goin down an hole
Wrong type er death
That's what i got me
Funeral service scrap yard
Top hat made, parade, i don't see none
You can't throw me down that hole to catch none
Fuck ya rabbit, 12 bore farmer
Bring your drama ill fuck em all i'm dogging
16 car parks in an hour
I like vintage, green trim, my fingers tap the screen i'm in
No pressure, half measure, half arsed, don't be daft
I cant stand tools in shops who don't wear masks, line
Que, fags are locked up, you choose
20 quid what?
He's got enough food, give him the dosh
Mellow birds, battenburgs, terrible mum
You only learn from what's around ya sniffed up like a line of powder
No winners no losers just a box of oranges
Next to a nasty line of juicers
There's no end to the harm, farm shop, murder barn

I aint no pole cat
I aint no stoat
I aint no rat
This hole aint me i aint going down it
I aint no ferrit

Call quick fix, snap on tool, this cul de sac
Hate and fuel, diesel stink, where men grow
Darker in their think (oi! and women too)
No smashed out nonsense bothers you
Smashed out daft er I dint bring the rope fuck your rafter
Safe mate I don't need no key
Fire door spring just ... easily
Shaft house no surrender still
Your band sounds like the next till
Rows and rows, 5p bags need some help with those
Store guard got his eyes on you, he doesn't like your silly tunes

I aint no pole cat
I aint no stoat
I aint no rat
This hole aint me i aint going down it
I aint no ferrit

Going down a hole

Going down a hole

Going down a hole
Wrong type er death
That's what i got me
Funeral service scrap yard
Top hat made, parade, i don't see none
You can't throw me down that hole to catch none
Fuck ya rabbit
12 bore farmer
Bring your drama ill fuck em all i'm dogging
16 car parks in an hour
I like vintage, green trim, my fingers tap the screen i'm in
No pressure, half measure, half arsed, don't be daft
I cant stand tools in shops who don't wear masks, line
Que, fags are locked up, you choose
20 quid what?
He's got enough food, give him the dosh
Stoat, Buckle up I cover the hollows look, oh!
Your rabbits running me not looking for Ya
Rain drain, like drizzle marks the prints and boom
True grits, chin of the sky
Scream at the world, why?
Stoat Stoat, pole cat, ferrit teeth
Fuckin out, eat the walls, authority
Rules are now changed your well being, prosperity
I wish. Deep dish, pills, thrills and Jaffa cakes
Jelly top and biscuit base
Stoat! stoat!