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