Rob Kelly - Chubby Checker lyrics

2 birds in the sack that's a double decker Kelly twist the lemon like chubby checker Dirty fecker in a dirty sweater Sip the cold nectar, control your whole sector Stash the money in an old vectra Low and behold I get reloads from the selector Kelly got the old heads listening Kids need it in their life like discipline I work it out I'm not bout fitness boy I have your b*tch make me tea like mrs doyle A staffordshire bull to sammy the bull Your mamy get pulled boy this ain't amicable I know, armed robbers that can arm robert If you're unruly, turn up with the hammer like Judge judy, yours truly Kel Terrible but of course Dude, leave you in bits like orange juice Come and do the twist like Chubby Checker Tell The DJ play the bloody record You can put your hands up and just leave em up I'm in the corner of the room rolling reefer up (repeat) Hop out the van chain swinging like a traveller Seen your little mrs I was grabbin her I told her give me a kiss she on that wasting time Bullsh*t give me a miss ugh I turned up with a rare one, in an old school Drug dealer beamer with the square front I twist the spinach like olive oil Fire it up like a molotov I pull the pocket off your puffa coat I got the whole world knowing that I'm f*ckin dope F*cking dopes know that im hard like old bread Big baby face a**a**in with the old head James Cagney I'm on top of the world Fellas come home from work and I'm on top of their girl War of the roses and fatal attraction I'm on the iphone taping the action Get lost Come and do the twist like Chubby Checker Tell The DJ play the bloody record You can put your hands up and just leave em up I'm in the corner of the room rolling reefer up (repeat) Im pale skin and wavey so call me the silver sur-fer Wardrobe looking like a f*cking tesco burg-er I whip the horse out like shergar I'm doing morgues on the beat cos im commiting bloody murder You won't catch me on the scene if im type drugless Kelly bang b*tches like mike douglas It's my cross to bare I have a B*TCH with some awesome hair Brush it for me Inhale deep smoke and blow it out the weed damp it kept going out I was showing out you think your better than me Then you do it I stab you like piano keys playing in blues music The smoke blowing like coltrane in the russian mountains screaming no pain With a bad chick taking c*caine when it comes to the ruckus I make a mother f*cker sh*t In a bucket f*ck off Come and do the twist like Chubby Checker Tell The DJ play the bloody record You can put your hands up and just leave em up I'm in the corner of the room rolling reefer up (repeat)