Who the hell does he think he is?
What’s his game what is this,
Eee by gum hand me a gun,
This guys head is growing into proportion,
Mother should have had an abortion,
He’s bringing shame to his family’s name,
Skin tight white shirt and bronze skin,
No drink for him in the morning he’s off to the gym.
Sipping on his cloudy lemonade,
Dripping lines about his lousy trade,
Holy Ghost how much he boasts,
This guy thinks he’s cream of the crop,
Thinking he’s Marks and Sparks more like a corner shop,
Steroid freak I hope the water leaks,
Everyone hugging him like he’s a teddy,
Well he aint Roger Mellie, man on the telly.
He feels the burn,
So they can feel his girth,
It’s another girl’s turn,
To ride in his Merc,
Don’t pretend you’re natural,
Your about as natural as Hiroshima,
Don’t pretend you’re natural,
Your just a zero just a dreamer.
Gaz illionaire
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