[All verses: Ghetts] Colt 45 Rider, road all night You – or your lie Thank god you got home all right I heard you what you said p**yhole, no more lies Don't think you're rough You're bu*terflying some bogle guy I'm wicked and bad Come through swinging a bat You wanna fight with your fist and feet? Rudeboy, visit Japan This go clickety clack And I don't mind flicking the shank I ain't got a number for Mark Morrison But I'm ringing the Mac Look around me Nothing but real n***as around me One two or white gyal Three or four lighties Five or six darkies Seven or eight brownings Drink Magnums everyday But that don't make us alchies Wallahi I say ‘ayy gyal' like a yardie I can do so much with this paper Boy, you'd think I learnt origami Point me to the party Big joint like a Marley Enjoying it calmly Avoid me if you're jarring Check this I need 20 on the guest list I need Henny on the rider Let Kelly and her friends in Spending Every penny that I left with ‘Everything get lock arff' If I see enemies in my section d**h wish Who's got a d**h wish? I can make that wish come true I'm the red genie and I'm horrendous Jafari Don't ‘hi', ‘hello' or ‘wha gwan' me I go anywhere in the world But I wouldn't go Carni Draw out Gotta bring the sword out Even if you get away when you-when you're there I bet feds kick your door down But if man played “Aaa – Aaa” At Rampage You can bet that will get torn down