It’s daddy k and i’m back on another mission
To help a mate out with his addiction
My sesh brother, i miss him
Poor bugger’s stuck in remission
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout my conviction
Hasn’t been the same since his admission
And if we switched positions
Tricky f#cking mac wouldn’t let these pricks win
Now i’m drifting down the eastern with our ep on repeat
I’ve got my speedies on at night time man i’m looking so discrete
For the task at hando, i am the man bro
Dirty little cookers going commando
Just another fence i’m jumpin’
To events where the party’s pumpin’
Strawberry to pitch, same old sitch
Every doof i jump that sh#t
Ducking from the f#cking feds
Bum bag stuffеd with substances
Got bud, keta, speed, caps
Coz cookers don’t need rеhab
You’ve got to set the c#nt free
f#ck didn’t you ever listen to no junkie?
Rail a line of speed
Then i scale the wall with ease
Then i find my way inside
With a f#cking dolphin dive
Fly head first through the window
Not exactly ninja pro
But that sh#t deserves a bump
I get my torch out that’s when i get jumped
They pin me down to the ground (i’m busted!)
Make sure i can’t make a sound (f#cking b#stards!)
Tricky i’ve let you down (stop pazzing out you f#cking dickhead!)
It’s over, i’ve f#cked it
But then i see that mullet!
Daddy k! i had a sense that you were near
Well tricky mac i had a feeling that you cookers needed gear
Well i’m about to hop on the mic, just follow me through here
There’s a party in the bas#ment
Dj orsi crank it!
I’m back once again for the renegade master
When you’re on the dance floor it’s a disaster
Wish you were me coz my feet move faster
Tricky macaroni’s your favourite pasta
Club rat with a mud flap
Tricky mac back on the phat track
Yeah you gotta love that
Partied since a wee lad
Now we throw down in rehab
So pump the speakers, get ’em loud
f#ck dr. ugs, i’ll make her proud
When bics are this sick, it doesn’t make sense that they’re not allowed
I ain’t behaving when i be raving
Bassline craving hands be waving
Your head gets caved in
If you say my moves are not amazing
So get on my wave if you’re bored then boogie
If you don’t do ket then i’ll give you a noogie
After 20 michael beers enjoy a matty kreuzer
This beats so fat it should be on the biggest loser
I’m going commando
If pingers were bullets then i’d be rambo
All i’d do is shoot, shoot, shoot
And all i do is root, root, root
When tricky’s on the decks, girls wanna have sex
They wanna see the hairy nips that are hanging off my pecs
Every tune does bang, blow me like a nang
They love the way i throw down the cooked slang
So chuck the beug, hucked a leug
Fat gangas! i’ve f#cked a few
This one chick was nasty
She gave my dick a raspberry
She left my nuts purple, beetroots
All i care about, beats, roots
Join the keta army, be troops
Sex in brighton, beach roots
On the sand with a naughty shorty
She just ripped off my billabong boardies
She let me in, didn’t have to pay entry
Summer on the beach is a distant memory
Coz i’m trapped in rehab on the bags i’ve relaxed
Still you think i’m cheating when i dance coz i’m always chucking out hakks
But you need to face facts
When you dance it looks like you’re stuck on train tracks
Move your feet bro
Flick those wrists
Wave your hands around like you don’t give a sh#t!
What the f#ck is that?
Tricky mac declaring that no body can dance like me
I’ve got tasty moves stocked in the pantry
And it might look like i’m having a seizure
But this the new style you f#okin’ geezer!
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