| En garde!!!
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| This is the sound of London town
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| The sounds of KP in your fucking face
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| With the E rush
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| For all you fucking freaks, fiends and deviants
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| Blow your mind
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| To this shocking vibe
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| So hold tight
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| As we go innnn one
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| With a bitter taste in your mouth
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| You can spit it all out
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| Disagree with the KP
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| And now that’s ok with we
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| Here we’re coming down
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| With the rude boy sound
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| And this is just a taste
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| Gonna wind you suckers up
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| And rock you to the beat
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| With a bitter taste in your mouth
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| You can spit it all out
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| Never gonna go by the set flow
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| We like to play it psycho
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| We are king prawn
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| And we like to smoke the marijuana
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| Cheeky, stinky, skunky shit
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| Banana brained iguana
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| Over land and sea
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| We don’t care what idiots say
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| They can’t phase us with their play
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| We say fuck it anyway
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| Gotta get into the groove
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| Your shaven pussy’s smooth
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| Flipping on a theme of a dissident dream
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| My brother and my sister
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| All you pussy weak arse fuckers
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| We will show you how
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| Rock the club with the big bad dub
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| And flatten all around
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| With a bit of bass with a bit of drum
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| We can rock it with this rhyme
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| All our goals are golden
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| Just our tackles are a crime
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| With a bitter taste in your mouth
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| You can spit it all out, disagree with the KP
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| Well, go and fuck your momma |