F64

By Elro

Released on October 1, 2011

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I wanna be a black man damn

Got an egg, spoon and sack, now I'm mixed raced fam

I wanna be a B-B-M and by a B-B-M, I mean a big black man

If barbie queued in a barbecue, for a mixed grill meat and barbecue

Then barbies queued for the garbage who...

Wrote that it was hardly you!

And if she sells sea shells on the sea shore

Then the shells she sells are redundant right

'Cos the shells are abundant right

Like sex with a nun's cunt aiiightt

Question whether I wanna bed a nun?

Question whether I'll even have any fun?

Question whether I've ever had any better than a sket head

That smells like cheddar in a bun

My mates are like moss all over the rocks

Fag packets and bottles riddle my com-post

Tossed-off by a fit chick for a cheap cost

Few beers and biffs make a lad lost

Sheer birds are a burden

Too many in a group so I heard 'em

(Hear that)

Come back with a bottle of Jack

And drink fast

Pass time layin' in the grass

My mind is underground, mind

It came from under the ground, mined

I don't mind if you mind, or mind if I mind, because:

Two minds are better than one, I've got better than puns

I'm an irregular cunt

Whose flow is two toke, pass, your go!

Who knows where we go next?

I do!

Lets go

Since SB, Elro's elbow deep in the gash

Don't use toilet paper, just use rizla and cash

I'm lyin' all I got was a rash from a

Cheap chick that I met, and I bet that

Whether we ever met on the met-office

The weather was wet, and now I wanna get-off-this and

Do something random like...

Hold an ostrich hostage!

In a mosque with bondage

Then breed an artist like Rick Ross with the ostrich

Rick Rostrich!

Going off on a tangent

Like Winton or Hensen

They're tanned gents

For Lent I might ban Lent or ban

Scott Mills

New Tangent:

Man called Lee went bankrupt and got AIDS

Now he's a poorly poor-lee

Fat chicks adore me

'Cos I'm a dormi dormi

Regular shirt

I'm impeccable but they wanna

Keep peckin' at my nuts

So I put my nuts in huts and hide 'em

I'm stood behind 'em with a pork rice and cake

Enticin' them with a steak rice, and big slice of bison, baked

Immigrants, Paedos, Jobless mixed on the East-Wing of a plane

That face north with the egg and them baked is a right wing cake

A means one, then B means two

Then D plus B is F

If H means 8, then 8 means H

Then 8 by H is sixty four more

The bars are fresh, I wanna par the best

I'm gonna send for the backstreet boys and JLS

Sixty Eight and I might keep gloatin'

Sixty Nine and my chick's deep throatin'

Seven'y bars and my chick's gone back to the car for the handjob;

Quick lotion