| It was a Dark dark night and things didn’t seem right
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| I was approached by an old man i thought he wanted a fight
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| He started asking me these questions i just didn’t understand
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| When i looked closer at him he had his penis in his hand
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| I was sick i was repulsed i had to get away
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| I wasn’t into this shit cause i knows i’m not gay
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| I started to run, i didn’t know where to go
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| So i got down to the Westcountry and smoked loadsa blow
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| GLC, look out for the shopping Trolley Crew, you knows it, Nasty
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| Lookin back, I kept lookin back
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| He was creeping up an dressed all in black
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| With a trendy suit and a swanky hat
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| I knew he was a legend but he looked like a twat
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| Some say he’s evil and he looks really dodge
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| But he’s a legend and his names Frankie Large
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| Fuckin Respect to the GLC, knows your safe the fuckin lot of you… Even Onestep
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| Fuckin, safe as fuck
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| The name is Mystikal, you know the score
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| Keeping it large, smoking the draw
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| Leave all the girlies begging for more
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| Hit the old man, He hit the floor
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| But he wasn’t knocked out
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| He gave a shout and charged
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| Like an underworld larger lout
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| Well my name is Mystikal so i speak in the style of the medievil Druid, Thankyou |