Clarty Joints

[Intro] Wasteman, sniffhead, dickhead, pussy Yo, about to get real shelly inside, bruv Fuck Row D, you fucking pussyhole, bruv Why don't you fuck your mum, bruv? Dickhead, bruv Chatting shit about I'm fat, listen, yo [Verse 1] You fruity white don on this gay Alan Carr ting Got no Ps for a whip, no drive, no friends To at least go karting, fam, it's a par ting Old man see her so he's departing Big man, no wife, no kids, but if you had a wife I'd get down to the clarting Man tried call me fat on a sore ting You're just gassed off the coke that you're snorting Whoops, I mean Coke that you're drinking Row D, you're a victim I know you suck dick so you started bitching Row D in a bodybag, man ditched him You little pussyhole, so your life is a bore Tap at your door, let that sink in Bang to your jaw, let that sink in You sniff raw, let that sink in You've got no Ps for a mortgage You're on sleeping on floor things All of your music's dead but For some reason, you keep coming with more things I swear white dons who can rap are morphing This little pig that breads You fucking bacon sarni You wear bare purple, that's a fucked up Barney [Hook] It's 'bout to get clarty Row D looks like one of those Fucked up guys in the corner Waiting so he can molest kids at parties Said it's 'bout to get clarty Row D looks like one of those Fucked up guys who sat on his bed Then wished he could try have sex with his auntie I said it's 'bout to get clarty Row D looks like one of those Fucked up guys in the corner Waiting so he can molest kids at parties I said it's 'bout to get clarty Row D looks like one of those Fucked up guys who sat on his bed Then wished he could try have sex with his auntie [Verse 2] Cuh man don't care about this little pig Shouts on a set, then he starts turn pink Young gun, give me some change for a drink You're a wasteman, you ain't on no things You wouldn't hold no bangs to your lip Fucked up hospital ting on a drip Man ah get dons that'll draw for the clip Rise up your wig if you're talking all big Don't try talk 'bout AJ Are you fucking dumb, bruv? Your face get write off Make man switch, knock your lights off Run up on your yard, cut your light, star You will get nabbed if you wanna fight, I'll Play no games, if you say my name Then you better mind out If you talk greaze, then the mandem ride out If you talk greaze, then the mandem duppy You don't wanna come link up with the brukky See, everyting turn mucky Your old man is the reason you're lucky Or you see my niggas jump out on a chucky No Child's Play, man, you're fucking with Chucky So, big man You better know we're on more than a fuckery Little pussyhole, fam, you don't wanna buck me Cuh the female members of your family wanna fuck me Said it's 'bout to get clarty Violations get dealt with abruptly See, man are like bossa You're an overaged punty We're actually making it You're just stuck in your dumb jeans [Hook] I said it's 'bout to get clarty Row D looks like one of those Fucked up guys in the corner Waiting so he can molest kids at parties Said it's 'bout to get clarty Row D looks like one of those Fucked up guys who sat on his bed Then wished he could try have sex with his auntie [Outro] How have you been broke your whole fucking life? You fucking dickhead, go and get some Ps, bruv Talking 'bout the mandem, you fucking pussyhole Fuck your mum, bruv