Mugshot Freestyle

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(Omlette du fromage)

Yeah (Woof)
Little fella, big mouth, call me Scrappy Doo
Turtle, put a shell up in the back of you
Nailed down, show a fella what the hammer do
Batter you, spud got fried like a Saag Aloo (Woof)
Peter! Shut the fuck up
Load corn in the chicken, let it buck-buck
Belly thicker from the beer and the Richmonds
Strap sitting in the fold, that's a tum tuck (Woof)

Vintage, antique
The broomstick will make your man's weep
I'm with the Sikhs, six man deep
Make the nine-mill clap like your nan's cheeks (Woof)
Champagne with the top boys
Chinese, dim sum with thе bok choy
Split him in the middle with the chopstick
Makе a bitch out a man, tom boy (Woof)

I'm outside with a fag and a can and me top off
Hammered, still knock your block off
Feds coming to the manor when it pop off
The block's on lock off, I still make the drop off (Woof)
And they can try and take a couple of bands
I won't make a mosh pit but I'll rocking 'em out
They know I'm built like a bottle of stout
And if they try and pop caps, I'll be knocking them out (Woof)

Puff up your chest, get smoked like cigar
Pull strings like a bloke on a guitar
One call, get wrapped, Dishdasha
Left in a dune in the sands in Qatar (Woof)
Bando, bricks in between walls
Break bricks like bits on a DeWalt
Bounce bits to the boys in the Midlands
Box out, passing the rock like it's b-ball (Woof)

Big chain and it swings on the crisp white
Bring pain when I flex in a fist fight
Got the missus on the blower, tell her sit tight
I'll be running the roads, I'm back after midnight (Woof)
Savile Row from me head to my tiptoes
Puff a dart then I fling it out the window
Snub nose in the pocket of me three-piece
Rest in peace, I'ma die for my zip code (Woof)

Commas and a dot in the stash
Got the Corrie on the telly while I'm counting the cash
The man talk pork pies, then I'm loading the beans
If he's skimming on the cream, then I'm banging the mash (Woof)
And you can find me 'round the back of the bar
Keep a big bing tucked in the back of the car
Got a bird belling on me while I cut the cigar
And I just hit 'decline'—baby, look, I'm a star (Woof)