| My full name’s Cheltenham D.G.L.B. |
| Digby
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| My diet consists strictly of single malt whisky
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| I’m particularly sesquipedalian
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| I’ve not published a single literary failure
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| And I’d speculate that’s mainly thanks to the fact
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| That I don’t even write books, I just rap
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| Trust that I’m a distinguished linguist
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| Whose voice’s weapon of choice is English
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| A rhythm wrecking rhetorician, getting recognition
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| For the fact that I’m swagger’s dictionary definition
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| On first look, you’re ready for a second listen
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| I took your sister to third base, cherry picking
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| Heavy hitting, yet with incredible erudition
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| It’s a travesty you haven’t seen me rapping on your television
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| I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby
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| My witty words make your willy feel all wiggly
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| I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby
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| If folk don’t dig me, they don’t know diddly
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| Allow the grime scene for the time being
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| I turn the G into a C: crime scene
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| I’m the nightmare to come and wreck your nice dream
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| I’ll open up your top like a double decker sightseeing
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| I ripped the Rolex off of Wiley
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| And now I wear it in my jacket pocket by my tie, see?
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| I’m the reason that your wife’s seen the dry cleaner
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| Imbibing my seed like Ribena
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| I’ll livestream it widescreen
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| As she lies, semen smeared on her cheeks like a child eating ice cream
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| She might need a new dress; |
| Lewinsky
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| I’m going mental on your crew’s set; |
| Klaus Kinski
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| I’ll kick your mumsy in the mimsy with an air of whimsy
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| Then throw her down the stairs like a slinky
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| I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby
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| My witty words make your willy feel all wiggly
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| I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby
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| If folk don’t dig me, they don’t know diddly
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| Give me a mo, bro; |
| Digby
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| Will make your ho go giggly, oh so quickly
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| The po-po tried to photofit me
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| I simply did this and they let me go: victory
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| I don’t have any history, lathered in mystery
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| Someone phone Agatha Christie
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| My breath smells of a packet of Wrigley’s
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| Mixed with whatever the hell my tobacconist gives me
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| I’ll piggyback on the back of a pygmy
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| Screaming «quickly, quickly"while I’m jabbing his kidneys
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| From the Indies to Sydney and in between
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| A Cold War submarine is my limousine
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| A libertine with the sympathy of Mr Bean
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| A prick that means to to be inflammatory so bring your antihistamines
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| I’m Mister Meanness, I bring a list of misdemeanours
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| Bigger than your sister’s penis; |
| how pissed the scene is
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| Just switch your speakers off if you’re squeamish
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| I’ve completed treatises and theses on faeces
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| I’m the bee’s knees; |
| pollenating on the daily
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| I leave seeds upon a range of lovely ladies
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| I ram raided Hades with a Mercedes
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| Camera in the deceased’s faces: «say cheese»
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| I’m from a place of make believe, and now I’m real
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| Slightly hallucinatory is how I feel
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| Thou art kneeling before me; |
| raw meat
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| Ready to be churned and then turned into corned beef
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| Balls deep in the rhythm like a porn scene
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| And jisming, it’s beginning to get a bit like Wall Street
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| With all the greed I’m growing taller than a broad bean
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| Drag you to the park folded in half like a lawn seat
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| I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby
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| My witty words make your willy feel all wiggly
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| I’m Cheltenham «Douglby"Digby
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| If folk don’t dig me, they don’t know diddly |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wiggly Willy , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Hip Hop Hooray, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп