Devon Radio

Fancy pants took her for a dance (Ooh wee)
Ooh wee, it's lit, yeah, it's shit ahh
Yo, my nuts look like raisins
I think its cloudy outside
On god bro, we spazzing
Brrr

I like smoking weed, I like getting drunk
I like to get high, higher than a skunk
When I fall down, I always make a clunk
I jumped into a pool, and then I sunk
Thirteen hours, thirteen days
I fucked your mum, in thirteen different ways
Thirteen screams, thirteen moans
And then I woke up, up in my home

No one there, no one around
I said hi to no one and no one said a sound
I asked no one if I could go into town
And no one said that they'd be down
Down in my cellar, the beats are hell a
My jars of brains and my cans of Stella
Stella's what I drink, its what I love
I love to drink Stella, I like to wear a glove

Gloves are warm, like my tummy
When I drink Stella, my shits are runny
Runny like a runner, your mum's a stunner
Next time I see her, I'll ask if I can bum her
I like my girls how I like my shoes
They're always Jordan's, ones or twos
Never tens, Never twelves
I like to shop but I never sell

Smoking that grass and selling that grass
Cut the garden so I can get cash
Once I got that, then I'll splash
Hit up my guy and buy some more grass
Grass gets bought, grass gets slung
I only like grass if its in my lungs
Grass gets hidden in mandem bums, and that's how people get pink eye from
The time is right, the clock is wrong
I'm rapping on a goofy ass song with your mum
Sound

Big man ting, yeah, it's looking good breve, it's not looking good
I'm on the BBC Radio
I'm on the BBC, ah-ooh, Radio, yeah, yeah
I'm on the BBC Radio
I'm on the BBC, ah-ooh, Radio, yeah, yeah