Elro - F64 lyrics

I wanna be a black man damn Got an egg, spoon and sack, now I'm mixed raced fam I wanna be a B-B-M and by a B-B-M, I mean a big black man If barbie queued in a barbecue, for a mixed grill meat and barbecue Then barbies queued for the garbage who... Wrote that it was hardly you! And if she sells sea shells on the sea shore Then the shells she sells are redundant right 'Cos the shells are abundant right Like s** with a nun's c*nt aiiightt Question whether I wanna bed a nun? Question whether I'll even have any fun? Question whether I've ever had any better than a sket head That smells like cheddar in a bun My mates are like moss all over the rocks f*g packets and bottles riddle my com-post Tossed-off by a fit chick for a cheap cost Few beers and biffs make a lad lost Sheer birds are a burden Too many in a group so I heard 'em (Hear that) Come back with a bottle of Jack And drink fast Pa** time layin' in the gra** My mind is underground, mind It came from under the ground, mined I don't mind if you mind, or mind if I mind, because: Two minds are better than one, I've got better than puns I'm an irregular c*nt Whose flow is two toke, pa**, your go! Who knows where we go next? I do! Lets go Since SB, Elro's elbow deep in the gash Don't use toilet paper, just use rizla and cash I'm lyin' all I got was a rash from a Cheap chick that I met, and I bet that Whether we ever met on the met-office The weather was wet, and now I wanna get-off-this and Do something random like... Hold an ostrich hostage! In a mosque with bondage Then breed an artist like Rick Ross with the ostrich Rick Rostrich! Going off on a tangent Like Winton or Hensen They're tanned gents For Lent I might ban Lent or ban Scott Mills New Tangent: Man called Lee went bankrupt and got AIDS Now he's a poorly poor-lee Fat chicks adore me 'Cos I'm a dormi dormi Regular shirt I'm impeccable but they wanna Keep peckin' at my nuts So I put my nuts in huts and hide 'em I'm stood behind 'em with a pork rice and cake Enticin' them with a steak rice, and big slice of bison, baked Immigrants, Paedos, Jobless mixed on the East-Wing of a plane That face north with the egg and them baked is a right wing cake A means one, then B means two Then D plus B is F If H means 8, then 8 means H Then 8 by H is sixty four more The bars are fresh, I wanna par the best I'm gonna send for the backstreet boys and JLS Sixty Eight and I might keep gloatin' Sixty Nine and my chick's deep throatin' Seven'y bars and my chick's gone back to the car for the handjob; Quick lotion