final boss

he who laughs last laughs longest

he who laughs last laughs longest

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

he who laughs last laughs longest

he who laughs last laughs longest

i try to keep it clean

fit for the queen

represent uk

brighton to aberdeen

i don't care what you say

i'm writing for the scene

my lyric book could be a crime magazine

as i'm on my journey

earning stripes

taking grime out of the stereotype

there's always one little person in a rave

or radio that wants to get hype

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

do not fuck around with me

blud

open your ears up

it's like no one hears us

on road

gunshot scares 'nuff

no one cares cause it's dangerous out here

cause

'nuff badman to beware of

the streets of london

come like london dungeon

feds lick you with the truncheon

for doing nothing

you can get stunned with a stun-gun

when you hear a bang and then run

everyone wants one

a pistol to have some gun fun

one shot

that's your fun done

positive message

like the indian girl that sung

that tune bucky done gun"