[Verse 1: Billy Bunks]
Do not fuck with a rooftop dung flinger
Climbing the back of the building near the bins and the pipes
Shitting, looking at the skyline
Dropping mud bananas with my singlet on wipe
Vile sniper, cup it warm and waiting
Select your target, walking ladies
And gents, trying to ignore the stench
You got flung by a brother from a wuthering height
Shitting like an animal, arm like a catapult
Flinging an animal, sail like a cannonball
Up on a rooftop, choking a darkie
Taking a Brad Pitt, laying cable like a sparkie
Watching, I see them strutting their stuff
But a face full of this will be fucking you up
It won't miss you, the gross missile splat you
Ruin your hair, your fresh breath and your tracksuit
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Fling it, lob it, human shit
Wear it, cop it, you get hit
Above you, great view, up on the roof
Actual real shit, chuck it at you
Camera pointed down, I'm above, fuck the monitor
Why do such a thing? Because I fucking wanted ta
Ain't no reason just sweating and squeezing
Cop a bolt that I don't lob at the lot of ya
It gets no horrider, morals are too in decay
Poo in your face can fucking ruin your day
The Devils clay, with my DNA wear it
On your lapelle, sweater, blouse and your hairclip
Yeah bitch, my foul shit's be your brown blitzkreig
Dry retching, suffering for my art
Bad fella on the roof like antennae
Youse didn't ask for the fruits of my ass
But you copped it, plain and simple
Bad mud pack that won't clean no pimples
All on your face cunt
Left you fucking looking like a black and white minstrel