[Intro: Louvin Brothers] I met a little girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well And every Sunday evening, out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down [Verse 1: Plan B] That's some f**ed up sh** That sh**'s f**ed up Oh my days! Yo, ever seen a fat girl drop? Only when one s**ed my co*k See people say I'm sick, but what? Like the rest of the world, is it not Sick like a fat girl getting knocked Over the head with a stick or a rock Till she got blood clot In the brain from the knocks Screaming at her boyfriend, begging him to stop, stop stop? Are you shocked, nah really Does it shock you to hear that this sh** goes on? Or is it that you think it's alright If you see it happen in a film But not when it's in a song Are you wrong in the head, you pleb? What's the difference? Films for the blind, you don't watch you listen So listen Are you ready, yo? Here we go Louvin Brothers wrote their song years ago On an 'O Brother Where Art Thou' tip It's called a murder ballad, find out about it Knoxville Girl, what you heard on the intro Lyrics to make you pricks go mental [Chorus] Ah, nah, what's wrong? Calm down it's only a song What you crying for you mong? Ah, this sh**'s just getting long A'ight man, what's going on? What you mean it's all gone Pete Tong? You've been speaking to Radio 1 Yeah, and? What! They're banning my song? [Verse 2: Plan B] Jesus Christ! What's the problem with people these days? How much would it cost them to use their ears and really listen to what the songs are about? The kids on the street, they understand them So why can't the rest of them figure it out? Not as intelligent as they make out Like Dave from Leicester who was running his mouth Talking about stereotypes When he's the one who a**umed I was black, when I'm not yo, I'm white C'mon dickhead (dickhead) Get it right Before you go round and start picking fights Like who was that bird on Kiss? The one that made me laugh When she reviewed Kidulthood and started talking out of her arse Something like, "Yeah great film, great cast Great first time effort by Noel Clarke As for the soundtrack that's great to apart From that Plan B he's just too dark." What the f** you on about b**h? Saying you're offended by my song 'Kidz' I just done what Noel Clarke did: Talked about life where I live, you dick [Chorus] Ah, nah, what's wrong? Calm down it's only a song What you crying for you mong? Ah, this sh**'s just getting long A'ight man, what's going on? What you mean it's all gone Pete Tong? You've been speaking to Radio 1 yeah And? What! They're banning my song? Ah, nah, what's wrong? Calm down it's only a song What you crying for you mong? Ah, this sh**'s just getting long A'ight man, what's going on? What you mean it's all gone Pete Tong? You've been speaking to Radio 1 yeah And? What! They're banning my song (to fade) [Outro: Louvin Brothers] She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry "Oh Willy dear don't k** me here, I'm unprepared to die" She never spoke another word, I only beat her more Until the ground around me within her blood did flow