Lyrics

Youse talk crap like? Nah, asswipe You locked, can't fight, you're soft as shite Your locked back bite get your jaw clamped tight with a combat knife by the Scot's Frank White Now what's that like? Shawshank, right? The way rocks crack pipes Get it? Rocks crack pipes Sort it if you want smack, sike You got slapped like you're my broad's backside Ah yeah it was on last night From head she got wet like she was baptized Once had vice, the law chastised Don't get caught hands tied by the cops' flashlights All they want's the blocks stamp types Enough weight to make the stock crash site where the docks capsize Guap stack rise like a shop franchise I'm getting more money than a top cash prize