Docklands
Docklands.
ย
Shiny, shiny, Armani suit
Neat, neat, neat,
ย 20 stone body builder circling around an unconscious man
Tied to a seat, seat, seat,
Private deserted London warehouse
In the muggy night time heat,
A hard slap and a bucket of water,
Then two rivals finally meet,
โYou little slag; you try to steal my business
Now your life ainโt so sweet,โ
...
Sunday 7th April 2013 8:16 pm
Charlie Blagger
Charlie Blagger
Charlie you stupid slag
I told you not to open the bag
ยฃ20 notes drifting through the air Floating around every where
Raining on the people down below
They think its Christmas
It's better than snow
Oh why did I turn to a life of crime
Wasted so much of my life doing time,
Charlie quickly close the bag
The winds to strong you stupid slag,
Quic...
Saturday 6th April 2013 8:39 pm
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