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letra de young fellaz - the ballyboyz

[verse 1: dee the antisocial]
i’m the f-cking daddy
ballyboyz always upping the ante
antisocial drinking brandy
in the pub and sniffing baggies
of nose candy
i got from some dodgy bloke ina alley
then getting randy,with your mammy
split up your family
they say no paddies, no blacks and no dogs
i say no pigs and no rats its no loss
the world would be better off
me souls been badly double crossed
so now sadly i watch me own back and don’t trust many
many men many men wanna stab me
in the back gaurds set up the traps to catch me
they got me thinking with the sc-m mentality
get the tool and put some f-cking fools in causality
bust him with the bottle
spilt the gin and juice on me shoes
knuckles tore up after a few slaps
left him buckled, battered and bruised
big tick c-nt confused
not the size of the dog atall
when the screws ask don’t gr-ss tell em ya slipped and had a fall

[verse 2: sp-ceman steve]
i’m not your uncle not your daddy
i’m the type of sh-thead
that wanna f-ck with your mammy
drinking cans at nannys
smoking spliffs with your aunties
i’m the f-ckin bally keep them moths locked in the attic
i’m a f-cking addict when the beat drops i gotta smash it
tablets, cdj’s & f-ckin angerfist
too sharp like a handkerchief
i ain’t ever cleaning it up
so don’t ask me b-tch
you know my style yeah i’m dirty like a gitch
finger f-cked to wrist
stick your middle fingers up when you hear our sh-t
yano its sick
ya think im wrong you can gowan
go home and stroke a d-ck
the ballyboys keeping it lit
the ballyboys didn’t come to quit
yano we come to spit
equipped with two bags of the sniff kid
out of me nibblets
2cb & f-ckin dribblies
tripping out
d-ckin about
so tell me how it feels with this f-cking d-ck in your mouth, tell me how it fells with this d-ck in your mouth, im out

[verse 3: citizen black]
carving up the bird in more ways than one
bet you never thought you’d have a step father this young
jesus at the last supper
head of the table
drinking liquor out the bottle
getting head at the table
busting half black kids in your auld wans mush
now thats dog the bounty hunter
cuz its cocos nuts
bob dylan, al bundy and big poppa pump
if they was all rolled up
into one gross c-nt
cuz im void of morality
hungry for the devilment
dying for a scr-p and riding any b-tches riddled with
thinking that citizen isn’t living what hes spitting
been a villain for a minute
if it bleeds we can k!ll it
every four weeks b-lls deep in your misses
looking like a crime scene on the sheets and the linen
mankind dies in the hands of the weak and the fridget
they wonder why i die for getting high and f-cking b-tches

- the ballyboyz

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