Goldie Lookin Chain - Too Sick lyrics

Alright man, we're gonna do a new tune yeah, we're just gonna freestyle it right? Eggsie, fukin' don't get sick on us, you always fukin' get sick. "I promise man, I won't-I won't do anything naughty or-or rude words or nothing, clart." Yeah, coz my nan gets fukin' upset. Right, let's have a go, you ready for this, Eggs? "Promise" No fukin' sickness. "Promise" Alright... Tracksuit, trainers, packet of f*gs I've got a ma**ive stack of p**no mags Keeping it sweet, I'm spankin' the monkey Importing the draw into the country Two Hats is crazed like howling mad Murdoch And he's got a shellsuit made by Reebok He'll do the vulcan grip like Mr Spock And he does bongs up the Fourteen Lochs My name's two thousand fukin' AD And he's got a degree in chemistry Which helps when you're making LSD And he tests them on a bloke from Pil, called Lee You know he's fukin' safe, you knows he's from the 'Port And he drives round Maindee in a fukin' escort He's fuked up, nutter, he cut off his balls Spraying bell-end spunk all over the walls No balls, no balls Sting, fukin' hurt when it started to splurt And he has to wear nappies and a medical skirt I was on the motorway, I cut a hole in the floor I dragged my fukin' bollocks all along the M4 There was blood red skid marks all over the place Everybody was screaming, should've seen the look on their face They was all fuked and scared of me Cos I ripped of the balls just for the GLC No balls, no balls Now Two Hats, he's fukin' hard as nails He ripped his bollocks off to get out the local jail He might have ripped the skin but he's famous in Wales He can still get a stiff but there's a wind in his sails He got wrecked up and smashed his co*k with a brick Turn it fukin' off....look, stop fukin' right now..What?...stop it now, it's fukin' sick, What?...It's fukin' sick...What?...fukin' stop it now...right, Xain?... Right, his nan's gonna get upset, right...well, I'll tell you what right, we'll try something else, we'll do something different, right...