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"Welcome To The Spot" is a track by Merky ACE, from the album Sticks & Stones, released 2nd April 2021. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus] Gotta see a man about a dog Please don’t ask me what’s my job Gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked Close all the curtains and turn your phone off What? Is he working for the cops? Please don’t ask me what’s my job Gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked Close all the curtains and turn your phone off Welcome to the spot (trap house) Scales, stove, plates, razor, fork, spoon, pot Clingfilm, plastic bags, lottery tickets cah baggies are hot Barricade up that door and duh-duh-duh-duh it’s a special knock Get it right or get splashed on the doorstep Shit, thought hе was the opps Got 3 scales and I got my dargs tying up pebs whilе I envelope soft Dead end road, don’t take the wrong turn on the Hill get more than lost Who’s fit for the job? Murder She Wrote, Agatha Christie’s Poirot, Columbo, David Jason’s Touch of Frost [Verse 1] Ah shit, here we go again Blue light on my scales light up Chop it and bag it, be careful fella Every crumb that you drop is a fiver Stain on my boxers from saliva and the bottom of my T-shirt from vagina Like Tony Hawks and Bam Margera, yeah I’m a fucking grinder Ninja, fling metal all in your visor And flip your girlfriend’s Nissan Micra Push weight in a tracksuit not Lycra Grandad hat and a polo, blend in Got me looking like a minicab driver Brown girl, white girl in her punani Never too safe, just in case Riding shotgun with a screwface Don’t wanna talk, she’s pissed off It’s my fault, should’ve made the pack more cylinder shaped Now I gotta put up with her attitude all cause the inside of her pum pum got scraped Buy Mac D’s, everything’s okay 2 apple pies and a strawberry milkshake After I hit the checkpoint safe and sound Until then everything else can wait [Chorus] Gotta see a man about a dog Please don’t ask me what’s my job Gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked Close all the curtains and turn your phone off What? Is he working for the cops? Please don’t ask me what’s my job Gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked Close all the curtains and turn your phone off Welcome to the spot (trap house) Scales, stove, plates, razor, fork, spoon, pot Clingfilm, plastic bags, lottery tickets cah baggies are hot Barricade up that door and duh-duh-duh-duh it’s a special knock Get it right or get splashed on the doorstep Shit, thought he was the opps Got 3 scales and I got my dargs tying up pebs while I envelope soft Dead end road, don’t take the wrong turn on the Hill get more than lost Who’s fit for the job? Murder She Wrote, Agatha Christie’s Poirot, Columbo, David Jason’s Touch of Frost [Verse 2] Only money when my mobile rings Just popping out, I'll be back in a min Came as a slab, it was dressed in cling Ronseal, does what it says on the tin Feds tryna guess what car i'm in Drove past twice, God bless these tints Hypocrite, shouldn't even praise no Lord Cause i'm out here on a devilish ting Impale and dismember human flesh with enormous bladed things Every month is December Got Snow White, but I had 18 midgets Dark glasses in a pitch black alleyway Move like Max's shotters When i'm looking like it's Chronicles of Riddick Didn't pick numbers, my lottery tickets got loose white girl like Sara Jay's in it I don't dance, I do the stainless steel bop Buss two shots for the Hill top Trespass, you'll be looking Mac D's monopoly When your face front gets peeled off Book a flight? I just might and chill off 'Til the heats gone like they cut your bill off You wake up, no bathe and you're still washed How you get tumped up and ain't done nothing or now? Baby bottom you're real soft Beef, what, where? You ain't ever disect no cow You just drink milk and feel rough Break bones, calcium can not heal up Like that pouch but it looks too small Gotta consider my tools Demolition Man like Wesley Snipe I bruck down tings, I ain't Bob the Builder Wash white when I cook it up like Tilda White girl locked in the cupboard, Matilda Do it on cam with a 'chete like Shilpa Turn your white T confetti when you spill blood I was a thief, I used to steal stuff Now I stuff live corns in real gun How you try fe fi and you never fo fum? [Chorus] Gotta see a man about a dog Please don’t ask me what’s my job Gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked Close all the curtains and turn your phone off What? Is he working for the cops? Please don’t ask me what’s my job Gotta check the door, make sure that it’s locked Close all the curtains and turn your phone off Welcome to the spot (trap house) Scales, stove, plates, razor, fork, spoon, pot Clingfilm, plastic bags, lottery tickets cah baggies are hot Barricade up that door and duh-duh-duh-duh it’s a special knock Get it right or get splashed on the doorstep Shit, thought he was the opps Got 3 scales and I got my dargs tying up pebs while I envelope soft Dead end road, don’t take the wrong turn on the Hill get more than lost Who’s fit for the job? Murder She Wrote, Agatha Christie’s Poirot, Colombo, David Jason’s Touch of Frost
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