GFM - Phat Mustard

(Retro G)
They call me retro but i raise the bar for the tracks, 
my charms intact back on the bars and stating facts,
bish bosh take a slice of my style, versatile,
maneuvers so wild leaving bitches erectile,
tenth pint ready to brawl shits gettin hectic,
GFM brawn  make you look anorexic,
expect to jitter when your fuckin with this gorilla,
like a nervous G conversation killer,
like Ri im a sidestepper,
i can take whatever, whenever,
they call me professor clever,
or professor oak thats not a joke you'll see team rocket tower,
il squirtle while i take a pikachu in the shower,

(Whiskey B)
you heard Just Jawsh is raising the bar,
but after my ten pints it seems like the bars too far,
and im hitting you like a level hundred charizard,
grease glistening gamer covered in booze and tar,
striking you with a flare blitz a fair bit, compare it,
medium rare steak or welsh rarebit,
its okay take your time to decide where i went from gaming bars to tasty food rhymes,
coz GFM dont rhyme about coins and ferraris,
just lyrical content based on pints and nan peshwaris,
so fear us endear us if we're drunk you'll
steer us clear into brawls and birds for feeling us,

(Nexus B)
the thriller in manilla gonna need a pain killer
coz this gorilla is a filler who 
is still a mother fucker who is chiller 
than ice cream vanilla without a flinch, you quiver
attilla cutting through the beat makes you shiver
pour another drink dont worry bout your liver
and give a glass to me and we'll talk about the weather and
whether or not i think its clever or whatever
to endeavour a sever from a cleaver but never
to argue forever whether if its lever or lever but tell me 
whoever wavered and gave 2 shits about either and ill show you the door and you can leave with no teeth(uh)

(Retro G)
you try to hide il take your hide and decide whether to tan it for my jacket then il take my knife, your
demise will come swift my flows like your blood,
call me dexter slicing up beats drinkin bud,
nothin like a wabadoo, drunk brawls, kung foo,
solid mix, retro producer strike punch through,
all the drugs two, whiskey B gonna be tampin,
Just Jawsh got the old producer wings flapping,
scrappin will be happenin if your fucking with us go hither,
like nexus B said your gonna quiver,
my arrows in you would make an Arnold Schwarzenegger, deflate and go back to a basement chronic masturbator

(Whiskey B)
Gorilla Fight Mansion and you know we're looking handsome,
dancing and prancin and watch us standing with a stance and,
cutting through the beat like a lean mean machine, enhancing, the green bean is steamed quite the clean salad, 
not your average ballad,
getting drunk with boys my drinks been tampered with,
my legs are going there gonna topple,
im fearing the feeling that im riding the wobble,
Im feeling rather queezy, the beat is sleezy,
dont whip out the boom, and try and tease me,
a couple of cans is gonna please me easy peasy,
i need some fried chicken and i know it needs me,
back on the attack im still not right in fact i got some tactics but i need a tic tac,
put the mint saws on my fries i changed my mind you should decide to watch us live,
 the kinda guy i am implies il never die il just ride with the flow
 until dropped off at the tide
sleepin with the fishes pissed up and full of pride,
am i taking shit or is it lies

(Nexus B)
Im rushing off the russian that my tits got off on
roll up another cig take a puff fuck thats a rough 
one need some gum to chew on or chicken drum sticks
prepared for conflicts i got some
jack dans for ming in the gorilla fight mansion
my apache gunship is looking for action
retro G follow me prepare for extraction
waiting for nervous Ri to perform a distraction
little adivce if your feeling sceptic, know
its hectic, take a dose of GFM and inject it
its septic, fight the fever your infected
with the rhythmic i wrecked it


Gorilla Fight Mansion - Wabadoo

Whiskey B

The M.I.N.G back on the beats but this time, 
My rhymes burn your birds thighs and ears yes,
I'm inclined, haven't you heard? To let them climb The MountMing
(That's Mang!) In the moment that's spurred,

Slur your words! And wet your whistle while you're at it
Still wild but not mild and my style is quite erratic
Save the sweet shit son, you're dropping custard I'm on acid,
I'm prepareing the meat cause I'm a fucking mustard addict. So?

Check your pallet if you don't like this tasty,
Ham! Maybe you're more into that shitty Trap spam,
If you don't want those beers have Dale's Ales cause
Oranjeboom cans can still me dance, I'm-

Gonna demand that I big balls brawl Jackie Char or Chan-
Maybe steal the wheelchair from your gran?
Get yourself for the groove while you can...
Cause know it's time for you to meet the rest of the clan!

Retro G

I used to clean streets with my machine beats,
now the retro g speaks of putting the pre teens to bed so,
we put the phat in the track with our mustard,
the flows of the GFM boys leave you flustered,

we'll start a trust fund to buy a few gorillas and a,
couple of bears to share the mansion with us,
the ape in us is smooth and its viscious,
coz in gorilla fight mansion its survival of te fittest,

the retro regime this is my district,
touch my doombar you'll make it to my shitlist,
swing by the drive through i need a quick fix,
double cheese big mac saws yes im addicted,

well thats me and the grizzly whiskey,
downing our drinks down town to a sick beat,
packing the pounds but i still move swiftly,
im back with the beats so crisp, did you miss me?

Nexus B

Now Just wait a minute Its the bomb diggidy 
Rhythmical yeti with rhythm a plenty 
Bringing thunder that'll tickle your testes
Dont test me cos I'm the nexus b

With the whiskey and the retro g
Where's Ri? Underneath the tree with the bonobos sleeping with silver backs you best be creeping (ambient shhhh)
My silver tongues unleashed ready to cut deep 

If you awake us then get ready to duck
Coz we'll be rucking and fucking chuck us
A chicken and we'll pluck season lightly with that gfm funk 
I've snuck a couple of bucks in my trunk with gfm we make

Our own luck and don't get flustered 
Trust us we've mustered some brand new bars for phat mustard 
our funks like angel dust tearing through the skeptics respect it
Gfm crew still getting hectic

Knuckle Talk

Phatter Mustard

Up next it's the rhythmics turn to impress so feel
blessed as I coalesce and repossess this 
groove so get undressed and prepare for whats next
a silver tongue juggling funk with finesse

so let's assess what makes this yeti sublime
is it coz I tickety take my time thinking up my next rhymes
and then stop, stock up on shots for my next spot
had a couple a knocks, still pretty tho, you look shocked

maybe im going a little crazy, I wake up every 
day covered in stains, my brain its always hazy
but its ok coz I wont be wavering while im bringing back the 
funk with my own brand of flavouring so you got to

savour the moment before you rattle your sabres
you better behave coz this cloud he only deals out a favour
to keep you swinging off his junk / /
best take a seat as I unleash my white boy funk

Lets take a little time to turn up the heat,
smash a couple cans and dabble with the meat then,
lock the windows and close your doors,
crank up your heating to about 44,

so I sweat, yeah, you know I like it clammy,
I limp like I'm a pimp just my legs a little gammy,
I'll take you and your sister, I wants a double whammy
bars are hammy, bumping my gums like I gummed a couple grammys,

nah not grannys, even the Rhymics got a line,
dont give me that shit aged like a fucking fine wine,
give me tender chicken, any day of the week,
26 years old already 5 years past my peak I,

got no money, dont drive a fancy car,
my bellys rotund and I need a sports bra but,
what I've got that keeps these other punks stumped?
yeah, I got that white boy funk

The Nexus B

Retro G

I deliver the beats to the gorillas, 
they spit what they writ to make the women shiver,
grit over glitter cuz my style is bigger than a 10foot funk figure,
I got the beat blaster and pulled the trigger,

the mixer, the master, the miracle caster,
I like my women how I like my pasta,
with a fraction of fish just a lil dash but,
too much of that could corrupt the passion,

I'm the laziest bastard to exist,
I cant even be fucked to stand when I spit,
so I'll sit and google bitches stripping their kit,
I'll be necking back pints while you're taking a sip,

Spitting to the rhythmn's a given when you're slipping in a
couple of synonyms to enhance the images that I make,
dont stop yet coz I'm finishing in a couple of minutes
if you want more keep wishing it,

Here come the gorillas, they're ready to deliver,
the spit to fans to riverun we run rivers,
it's bit much so try not to drown,
just bathe in the funk and swim round the sound

Nexus B

Forget shivering, there'll be Fucking tremors when the 
nexus enters and takes the stage centre
I venture through your vessels put the pressure on 
Through my gestures you feel that Serotonin huh

Mood elevation its elation of the highest
Sensation before sedation expect the finest
Temptations the foundation and it gets my acclamation 
Before you state your accusation
May I suggest adoration of the rhythmic

Quick your sweet talk sustains me
Another hit through the grit I spit while it pains me 
as I spilt gravy on my plain tee 
the stains made me a lil crazy 

blind rage through the haziest haze 
left me dazed Id pave the way but I'm the laziest 
simian sapien of the bunch
Id kick up a fit if I wasn't covered in my lunch

Here come the gorillas, they're ready to deliver,
the spit to fans to riverun we run rivers,
it's bit much so try not to drown,
just bathe in the funk and swim round the sound

Whiskey B

Delivering bars clear and firm like ice tits, I spit
tar from rollies sticking on nice hits of cid,  
rolling round the floor laughing like a kid, 
whos in a bit a trouble for-sticking his bubble GUM

on another chums head, no fear like judge dredd
would bed your bird in her stead but 
instead, i said "fuck it, some chicken in a bucket"
is what get fat food for phat beats youll cluck it, but

If you use those shitty kayne west drums,
youre a cunt whos summed up by tracks he cant run,
youre bolting, outta-my-office out of my sight,
best get yourself a drummer whos snare is oh so tight,

tighter than hitlers fist, hes killing at spawn,
hell wear you like a puppet like he did with eva braun,
it's fine to sow your seeds but not for children of corn,
I like storm I like watching porn

Here come the gorillas, they're ready to deliver,
the spit to fans to riverun we run rivers,
it's bit much so try not to drown,
just bathe in the funk and swim round the sound

Deliver Ya Spit

Whiskey B

This little bit of bickering wont stop, then
my jaw dropped sizzling hot stop the watch, what?
I Think maybe a few minutes more for me many
A breast n leg tonight and
like Kenny, I'll drop 
 
Like a lead weight on a babys head.. Ohh Thats the soft spot, 
Stop, look listen and Watch,
What we're about to show you, 
Coz it's true we groove
With poultry and nice boobs
How bout you?

Saw you glistening, across the room
From that moment on I knew that my heart was doomed,
And you assumed I wouldn't be animalistic, 
But when I see sweet skin it makes my mind span ballistic,

you didnt miss it, or me I hope,
This sensory overload is better than the coke,
That you came with I must admit my defeat,
Theres one thing I'll do with you tonight and that's eat

Nexus B

something smells heavenly, that scent I sense belongs to 
something so aesthetically pleasing it impresses me, 
endlessly in ecstasy how could I end up so helplessly 
in my defence I plead just another taste I need

the complexity of your anatomy is so incessantly
I think I need that recipe, set the oven to 
170 degrees Is it hot in here or is that just me? 
Probably, dont leave me to my own devices

I cant even think bout those secret herbs and spices
enticingly delightful, those buns are just righteously 
inviting its spiteful bringing me back to my basic instincts 
so wickedly I'm stricken, thighs could do with some thickening

but I guess I'm just picking coz I might just be smitten
not even the colonel can match that finger licking its a given 
coz damn,
that's a tasty bit of chicken

Whiskey B
Coz I want some chicken,
Coz I want some thighs,
Coz I want some chicken,
Coz I want some tonight, x2

Retro G

In with the seasoning you know we got shit loads,
someone set the table coz tonight theres a spit roast,
a quick toast to the thick thighs that catch my eye,
coz super sweet chicken is a passion of mine,

and i inclied to take the time out to admire the meat,
but damn you make it hard for me to stay in my seat,
and im excited but i promise ill be gentle when im biting,
spend the night in with the retro g, youll be delight,

so ignite it, the spark of desire if your willing,
call it what you want as long as i get to fill in,
that tasty bit of flesh so fresh for the picking,
licking my lips and dribbling over chicken,

yes im a victim, mentally inable to control it,
serve me up a breast ill do a lot more than hold it,
might aswell condone it coz its time to eat,
if youll excuse me as i dig in, bon appetit

Whiskey B
Coz I want some chicken,
Coz I want some thighs,
Coz I want some chicken,
Coz I want some tonight, x2

Chicken

Nexus B

Now listen here love I know we aint the sweetest
but you probably heard that before you greet us
coz I hear our reputations they precede us
treating them like meat they scream 'oh shit they gonna eat us!'

but we can be gents when the stakes are high
like if you gonna deny us those god given thighs
so we put on those suits and ties. Pocket full of pies
try to get a rise out of your whispering eye

oh hi! I see you caught a whiff of my steak and ale
you reach in, thats stiff? Shit the crusts gone stale
it crumbles covered in crumbs my greasy fingers make a fumble
the pastry leaves my grip, slipped, landed in her tits so I

stumble. Making my way home in my defeat
when all of the sudden I see in the corner of the street
a lady with a bucket of chicken and a can of brew
well hello there sweet little thing is that a meal for two?


Whiskey B

no its a meal for me you see i sent her home shivering,
cringing from the dribbling while fingering shes quivering,
"youre sickening" she says, greese starting to solidify,
snakes getting hard like the pitched tent of an iron guy,

iron man mang, get your characters right,
youre like a keyboard warrior with fuck all to type,
youre only pulling wool in pubs for bants and the hype and when,
its time to fight or flight your only seeing your demise,

try to open my eyes but there covered in crust,
you need a periodic rinsing to see clearly trust,
PC feminist fans im not fussed,
gimmie greesy cunts who want to dance all day ill park the bus.
 
that'll be- £2.20 for the ride of your life please and-a,
chat about some good music, maybe some tee-vee,
im up until the dawn from dusk thats when youll see me,
the skanking manic sex machine come get some fucking freebies


Retro G

All this talk of food is making this gorilla hungry,
i could just get a kfc or sit here in my undies,
rocket leauge is calling me, no thats my tummy screaming,
fuck it ill just order a kebab and get steaming,

im putting rhythmn on the table and the fact is that,
slam a little brass and some keys, theres a backing track,
write a rap, let everyone know how much your bitchin,
maybe tell a joke and leave the whole crowd in stitches,

im itching to get my first pint and fucking down it,
drinking by myself in the house coz towns crowded,
doubting that ill be winning any games of rocket league,
id rather play some CS:GO with a foreign team,

now, im bringing in an AWP and im picking off,
stragglers, staggering through cobble and ther kicking off,
look at your tactics and i bet you'll find my shit on top,
im quicker than flash with the brute force of killer croc,

ill finish them off with a one man nova storm,
a celebratory drink would be great but im overdrawn,
wheres my money gone? pay day was yesterday,
fuck sake i didnt wanna save a wage anyway,

Play Fuh Me

My bars and I'm like Minervas servant, 
slam on a backing track and write some words before I sit and learn em,
you might have heard some like cleaning up the streets,
but when I drop the mustard you'll be covered in stains for weeks

catch me up shits creek on a weekend,
breaking a wooden table with the body of me weak friend,
now I'm in the deep end, got apologies ready,
but the situation steadys as we order more bevies, 

so pick up the pace, I sampled brass and the bass,
sounding saucier than Natalie Portman in lace,
I fixate on getting stated to the music I make,
while creating all you can beats to fill up your plate,

so take a bite and you might find yourself delighted 
by the rhythmn of the Retro and lyrics that I'm writing,
the bars are tightening, I'm heightening my senses,
with the wweight of this track I think nobody could bench it

okay I'm handling tracks but thinking of raps is where I' slacking,
day by day i find myself lax, I should get cracking,
so here I am attacking the task, but trying to grasp
how other people write so quick but fuck it ill just sit here till I

pass out, and thats how I'll finish this verse but first,
I need at least a couple games to nurse my thirst,
and theres nothing better to quench it than a victory and,
winning 5 nil to the mang so that I can demand,

facebook apologies, I' always slaying and its,
great fun but honestly, I cant keep playing all of these
atrocities that call themselves players or I'll be constantly,
getting more smug by the minute, I cant help but win it,

I guess theres got to be, something I can lose in,
maybe a 20 metre sprint with a bruised shin,
of course I'm joking 20 metres is a mission,
I cant even get out of bed witout an intermission,

The Retro G

Whiskey B

I wake up at 4pm, fag cup of coffee and then,
I'll decend down the stairs
my sights impaired, hows my hair? Fair,
Cant remember much, what a wild game of solitair,

Finish with debonair only style and no harm,
only beers and flare like my beard of charm, 
the whiskey bear got your house in a tear
no despair coz you got yourself a case of dal mang chair, where?

GFM crew and you've heard were getting hectic,
annihilating beats coz our style is unexpected,
wrecked it, from the first bar 
i dont smoke coz i like the feel i just like the extra tar

Nexus B

We're not beginners we're winners and the sinner man,
got nowhere to run so dont expect a thinner man,
to give you some fun i'll bring the dinner but dont,
you lift a finger Im not gonna linger when im done,

the nights only just begun im feeling frisky,
my eyes a little blurred but thats just the whiskey,
minds getting misty to the next pub pretty briskly,
with some crispy chicken on the way thats the,

shit please give us a squeeze,
never knew you were such a tease,
luckily this is my expertise,
a lil sleaze will bring you to your knees,
im on a spree god damn this shits a breeze,

Retro G

here he is, just jawsh straight on straight on to thirty eight,
shots of whats not soft to get a dirty state,
my first mistake would be gurning at an early rate,
and hitting the flush on a rush and then i turn the stakes,

up too much then everyone else folds,
you stutter and flutter when i start to bet bold,
id hold my own agains stone cold steve and,
believe me the wrath of the retro g would,

relieve thee of consciousness in a split sec,
teasing the women with my flow like i spit sex,
and even tho thick legs are top of my list,
id settle for a 5 or 6 if im pissed,

on the ball its just jawsh first to call dibbs,
small tits dont matter its the booty im after so forefit,
and give yourself up for a profit,
top tip for a tip top chicken dont talk shit,

im cooler than hoth is hench the trench,
i turn heads and break beds when im off it,
no topping, the just jawsh styles jaw dropping,
slippery flows so slick you cant mop it,

speaking of which give me the mop coz these streets,
are in need of a bish bosh clean beat,
70 bpm was clearly,
a phase but near the end it got dreary,

Nexus B

you hear that pitter patter of dal mang after your platter,
hes after beef and bitches but mainly the latter,
howd you like your mustard coz we like ours fatter,
battered and get slack on the track like william shatner,

no matter im the rhythmical yeti, spaghetti bolognese
is the fuel that i need for the bars that i raise
like the dead from the grave,
worship the silverback messiah and youll be saved,

and with the praise that i gain i wont refrain,
from giving you a tasty glimpse inside of my brain,
where the line is blurred between lucid and insane,
so stick around and we'll bust out champagne

Whiskey B

The rookie rapper your main man Ming that's me,
Turning fellow fellas yellow and leave yank taxis,
Battalions of beats and bars if you try attack me,
I'll snap back and slap back your snapback hat im mentally,

Deranged, yes my clothes need to be changed, 
But it's hard coz I'm larger than life just like my range
Of skills! Impressed? Then chill still you're
tremblin in my presence like you took too many pills,

You're shaking, coz my style is renovating,
trying to escape I'll bring the roof down, I'm quaking,
in this place I'm king the Mings annihilating,
my main thing is owning the bars lets get a crate in

Lets Get a Crate In

Nexus B

Im a silverback messiah, im sharper than razor wire
I cut deeper than any cleaver take a step and ill 
teach ya, what it means to have a seizure 
and i go deeper than any paedophilic preacher

I beseech ya, motherucker dont even start,
coz the boys in GFM gonna rip you apart,
and I got the finest class of russian vodka in my glass,
strike a match grab a rag crack a bottle and I'll molotov your ass,

ignite the gas and make a pass at your woman,
coz i know for a fact she'll end up coming home,
and believe me we'll end up playing twister,
grab a bottle of whiskey and fill up a pitcher,

now picture this, its ming in the mist,
full flex, armageddon in his fist and hes pissed,
all he wants is another drink and some tits,
with pizza in his hand Just Jawsh aint gonna miss,

he'll hit ya, you look like MJ in thriller,
I'll call you hun but you can call me Attila,
fuck godzilla, just give me King Kong,
coz a gorilla from the jungle is where I am from,

Whiskey B

You know my flows flowing like the mississipi,
I aint no hippy but i like my tracks trippy, you bippy?
You'll get a back hand we deal em strictly, swiftly,
you know I'm off my tits I will inflict thee,

Bruce Lee fist of fury to your cheek,
my knuckles are bruised for the rest of the week,
coz I aint too hard when I'm typing my bars,
but I'll throw a coin at you from at least a mile afar you're seeing stars,

Lets go out for a pint, 
coz I'm feeling Lemon Treeing it the rest of the night,
in spite the bars are tight, I'm losing the fight, due to my height, 
if its Richard Sourbutts you'll have a fright,

Ming why you talking so violent,
please believe me its better than sociopathic silence,
of the LamB, running around the field of dreams, 
trotting around drinking wine and eating leaves,

Keep it calmer, watch futurama,
have a couple of the violet parmas,
the bahamas, you know they're gonna calm us 
coz when GFM are tamping then they call us Jeffrey Dahmers,

Retro G

Struggling to speak the just jawsh jazz jaw,
fumbling my words like Ri would give a large pause,
my bellys grumbling im hungry for the md ash bought,
we're rummaging through whatevers left after brad snorts,

breaking bad's stopped, not a bad watch,
I smell methlaming cooking some bars off,
thats a sweet scent just the treatment 
that i need for the full phat beat i sequenced,

this is a prequel you aint seen shit yet,
flinging funky flows that will your bitch wet,
just take the hit or expect to get wrecked,
coz the gfm will address with great depth,

all of the things that make you look ridiculous,
dry your eyes what i say is ambiguous,
you fucking idiot dont mess with the retro,
ill take your bird home and ill be leaving her legs sore

Prime Apes

Whiskey B

They say yes to a pint they say they'll come out,
I detest the rest who stay smoke up and just pout,
you fucking drop-outs, just give me a ring and the man ming,
will arrive standing with the drinks and we'll sing,

We gotta help those people out,
we gotta help those people too,
Coz I dont mind giving you a hand son,
But easy just really doesnt do,


Retro G

Get the boys round, write bars shant then maybe town,
That's the plan, im drinking a couple cans before coming down,
And im well pumped and ready to get a state,
Suit up but then we get a phone call from Jake,

The boys flaked it, i really fucking hate it 
when a chance to get stated is wasted just to bake it, 
So take it, from me, the phat track grilling machine,
Forever clean till eighteen The retro G,

Shredding through beats like wolverine from marvel,
What i spit is almost concrete its like gravel,
I dabble, and if you cant afford it then haggle,
With the boys to get a Lil coin its no hassle,

Never the less I digress, and progress,
to get a messier mess with the Nexus B,
the M.I.N.G and nervous Ri, 
The tits please me but getting them out isnt easy,


Everybody always says yes but doesnt do it (x8)


Nexus B

so we're bout to start the night 
but i get the message saying you declined my invite
coz your wallets too tight? yeah right
im not exactly overflowing with coin but ill join
the boys in their drunken plight to excite

we'll incite, with pre drinks with clink clinks
fumble for wings, jazz swings and funk stinks
you stumbled and blinked, missed all of our tricks
while sitting at home just flicking your dicks

So whats it gonna be? you waste the weekend
all alone in your homes while the gfm jones
to set the tone, but youve blown another chance
to get boned coz your stoned? you wont even pick up the phone

instead you pick up and pack up then fuck off home
to smoke bowls and toke rolls it goes to show
that when we make plans you always fall through
coz after all, easy doesnt do


Everybody always says yes but doesnt do it (x8)


Whiskey B

Oh here he is the mangs back with his attack stats he's stacking,
Empty glasses and bacon packs and then I'm tracking, 
The boys said they were comin said theyd bring me some stink-y,
Smoke coz I want a toke then some pork crackling, 

Were they? Worthy? Yeah I'll have a drink,
Think so fast like, 100 meter dash-or 
Bike race My pace takes the piss Even when my state is, 
Running down the sink. Call me proffesor frink,

M'glayven you know that outer heaven is my haven, 
Glaze your misses buns for fun and get drunk, 
coz doombar is 4 for a 5 and money's what I'm saving,
Paving the way for pal replacement,

So get out of the basement if you wanna get wrecked coz, 
Were laying down drinks like wet cement, 
I circumvent pussys who hurt like reznor trent,
but I'm a hippocrate coz in my bars is where I like to vent,

E.A.S.Y Doesnt Do it

I say save the best for last,
so why am I first?
Oh yes thats it pass me the bass
its coz im the worst but,
this is the introductory track for the fun fact,
ory of fat funk son, and thats that

so you hear the gfm boys is back,
ith an album descendded from gods of funk/rap, and dals one
of the 3 and cant forget the nervous G,
Im hands on with musicality and roast beef,

With gravy, its in my veins,
and in the same vein is bitter and ale I take the reins
Let it rain, Let it snow x3
and if theres ladies let em blow x3

Coz GFM stick out like a stub toe,
making your home the relax zone and more,
an everyone loves a poet and you know it,
and we got shit similies like a green mole. Wha?


Well at least like my boy dylan thomas im welsh,
hideo kojima taught me what should be stealth,
like the good dr or bukowski drinks affecting my health,
atleast i'll not be the cunt just in it for the wealth,

and this is the twelfth time today,
that I will in my bars yes I'd like to say,
that my bars are more unkempt than ross kemps bald head,
and if you like it clean then you'll dig the Fray,

instead maybe I'll take your bird to my bed,
she'll give me head while i sit back and play some red dead,
redemption, there wont be any exemptions or extensions 
or prior exeptions for this erection,

and we're getting Wonky Waxed tonight,
spent time not knowing wrong from left from right,
attract good women but none of them want me,
coz I'm not quite handsome and I'm not so funny

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