wrecked up

.quick

get his wallet

we're off down the fukin' spar

c'mon!

quick.draw on his face

man

draw on his face

clart. get his willy out

get it

man

take a photo and send it to fukin' woman's own

haaa. leave it

man.i'm fukin' wrecked!

ben wa balls came round and smoked loads of draw

next thing i know

he's asleep on the floor

what's goin' on? i just had a bong

i feels light headed

this can't last for long

if you can't take the blow then i think you better leave

i think you better know and you better believe

this kid's serious

i gotta go home

i look really mashed

i'm as white as a bone

i'm all mashed up just like eddie kid

i can't move my arms and i feel like a flid

look at you

clart

you're in a right fukin' state

i can't believe you just chucked up over my mate

i told you not to have that last fukin' hit

and your leisuresuit smells of fukin' shit

get out the house and fuk off home

you stupid twat

that was a pure skunk cone

it's not clever to get wrecked and have shit dripping out of your ass

now my name's p xain and i smoke for britain

but i smoked a bud and now i'm trippin'

i feel fukin' wicked like terry wogan

like crocodile dundee 2's paul hogan

i'm fukin' mashed

i needs to go home

i feels fukin' wrecked and i'm white like a bone

i gotta lie down

i gotta do it soon

if i don't do it fast then i'm gonna puke in the room

i smokes loads of weed

i'm on my fukin' knees

all i need now is a quarter pounder with cheese!

i needs to put my jacket on and get my trouser suit

but i can't pick up my trainers coz i've been sniffing glue

i've been smokin' a bong for far too fukin' long

coz after a while

i feels like a mong

so pack that chong and give me a hit

hussain's tracksuit never smells of dog shit

i smoked half a pound of li-ganga's fukin' gear

so go fuk yourself if you says that i'm a queer

give me a phone coz i'm going fukin' numb

i gotta get back or my nan will start to moan

so see you boys soon

laters clarts

i'm off to pull some newport fukin' tarts

shout to your neighbours

shout to the ravers

shout to the people who do loads of favours

for you

and the glc crew

safe as fuk

you knows it

time to go home

son

fukin' time for the taxi to come

i said this kid's right

i gotta get home

i feels really mashed

i'm white as a bone

i gotta get out but i can't fukin' move

shit

that draw's strong

i've bust my groove

shout out to carl from risca

he knows he's safe

he knows the score coz you knows he sells me the fukin' draw

g-g-g-goldie lookin' chain

goldie lookin' chain

respect to all the people who've got a bit mashed in the past and dirtied themselves and had to go and clean themselves up