| Burned a new hole in my tracksuit today,
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| Smoking Soap Bar without an ashtray,
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| Red-hot nylon dripping on my skin,
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| I ripped the fucker off, and threw it in the bin,
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| Soap Bar’s cheap, and so’s my clothes,
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| They’ve got to be cause of all the fucking holes,
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| It tastes like shit and it makes you cough,
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| And it’s the fucking rubber in it that gets you off.
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| Yeah, I smoke Soap Bar with lots of bits of plastic,
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| I leaves mine in it cause it tastes fantastic,
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| Skunk costs too much, I can’t see the appeal,
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| Of smoking Port Rocky, Soap Bar or Gold Seal,
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| Smoke Rocky in a bong, bucket or hot-knives,
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| Bake it in a cake for your Mam as a surprise,
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| I smokes Green, and it’s gone in an instant,
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| But Soap Bar lasts, cause it’s fucking consistent.
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| Smoking on up, Soap Bar in the sky,
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| I’ll smoke Soap Bar? | 
| till I fucking die,
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| Before I die and they lay me to rest,
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| I will always smoke Soap Bar, that’s the best.
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| Last night I went out driving in my car,
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| I sparked up a fat spliff of fucking Soap Bar,
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| A Blim-burn burned right down to my dick,
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| And while I was distracted, I fucking crashed into a Brick wall, the car was fucking battered,
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| The bonnet flipped up and the windscreen shattered,
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| You’re better off smoking The Green instead,
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| Cause it don’t Blim-Burn and it’s better for your head.
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| Soap Bar! | 
| Sitting in a deep sweat,
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| Thinking! | 
| I’ve got to get some Rocky for the,
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| Weekend! | 
| The sight of Draw excites me,
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| Stick it in a bong, light it up and chug a fucking,
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| Whitey! | 
| Burning holes in my tracky,
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| This shit always happens when I’m smoking fucking Rocky,
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| You’ve heard it on the news; | 
| you’ve seen it on the telly,
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| Add up for moving Soap Bar down fucking Liz Werry
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| ?I do it like a little cause light the fucking thing as always?
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| I used to smoke Skunky but it was far too smelly, man!
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| Smoking on up, Soap Bar in the sky,
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| I’ll smoke Soap Bar? | 
| till I fucking die,
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| Before I die and they lay me to rest,
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| I will always smoke Soap Bar, that’s the best.
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| Most Soap Bar comes from fucking Holland,
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| They make it out of oil, and tires and pollen,
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| Diesel, Miramar, Flat-Press too;
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| These are types of Soap Bar available to you,
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| These little bits of plastic you find inside;
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| You can use those as a quality guide,
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| Of the standard of Soap Bar that you are smoking,
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| The more bits of plastic means the better the toking.
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| Eat a Hash-cake but wait a while,
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| It’ll take about an hour ain’t Draw versatile,
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| You can burn it, eat it, or smoke it in a spliff,
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| Space shakes, Draw gateau’s, you knows it Delia Smith,
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| Lying in your bed dropping blimps on your pubes,
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| Selling Draw to your mates but it’s really Oxo cubes,
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| When you’re cooking up draw, be quick don’t lick it,
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| Cause it’s really fucking hot and it’ll burn your fingers.
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| This bloke said to me; | 
| ?You haven’t got a clue,
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| About the damage that Soap Bar can do to you?,
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| I tried to see things from his point of view,
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| But I couldn’t fit my head up his asshole too,
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| The bloke was wrong, I knows my stuff,
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| I knows if I smoke it, I’m gonna feel rough,
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| My lungs are fucked and my throat is raw,
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| Cause the thing about Soap Bar; | 
| it’s fucking hardcore.
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| Smoking on up, Soap Bar in the sky,
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| I’ll smoke Soap Bar? | 
| till I fucking die,
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| Before I die and they lay me to rest,
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| I will always smoke Soap Bar, that’s the best.
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| Well anyway I think it’s better myself to lean forwards,
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| When smoking Soap Bar, because you are less likely to Blim-Burn,
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| You know what I mean?
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| Innit, check it out man! | 
| I got some quality fucking Gold-Seal for you, innit?
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| Shape up all those little bits of plastic what you find inside, right,
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| And then fucking stick them in a teapot,
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| Makes a lovely cup of tea, that does.
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| What I do, stick a fag in the microwave, right,
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| You toke it up, you sticks the Draw on top,
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| And you rams it in a bong and you rams the bong in your fucking head.
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| Yeah that’s like my fucking lungs feel like,
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| They’re fucking collapsing sometimes from the Soap Bar like,
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| You know? |