Docklands.

Shiny, shiny, Armani suit

Neat, neat, neat,

 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,

“You little slag; you try to steal my business

Now your life ain’t so sweet,”

2 pound hammer

Smash, smash, smash

Down on rival drug dealers feet.

Another body found floating in the river,

Makes the locals start to shhhiver, -   As the tide of evil rises

On the street, street, street.