Ep.1

Svenne on the beat
Hokey Pokey
All the opps out there, they nosey
I used to chill on the block, I was lonely
Couldn't give a-
I was chasing the bag
Demons get put in a spliff like a Fag
Preach the word of God, make the Devil sad
We ain't got time for no demon Politics
Make the devil sad
Hokey Pokey
All the opps out there, they nosey
I used to chill on the block, I was lonely
Couldn't give a-
I was chasing the bag
Demons get put in a spliff like a fag
Preach the word of God, make the devil sad
We ain't got time for no demon politics
Make the devil sad

I was on the streets curious like George
So I hopped in the booth
Started playing some chords
And every single time I spit there's fire
Cause I'm always rapping about my Messiah
And there's fire in the booth, the flames go higher
Like the flames go, I'm going to lift Jesus higher
Demons get bun
Demons get bored
Demons get bun yeah with my Sword
Used to whizz on the A2 road
Me and my darggs we used to do Road
Used to chop all day, getting CC's
Used to pray to God the Jakes Never see me
Never on the wing like Bale
I would pray to God the job never fails
I'm a top a striker
Credit cards like a-

Hokey Pokey
All the opps out there, they nosey
I used to chill on the block, I was lonely
Couldn't give a-
I was chasing the bag
Demons get put in a spliff like a Fag
Preach the word of God, make the Devil sad
We ain't got time for no demon Politics
Make the devil sad
Hokey Pokey
All the opps out there, they nosey
I used to chill on the block, I was lonely
Couldn't give a-
I was chasing the bag
Demons get put in a spliff like a Fag
Preach the word of God, make the Devil sad
We ain't got time for no demon Politics
Make the devil sad



Credits
Writer(s): Vilgot Andersson
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