Docklands
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,”
...
Sunday 7th April 2013 8:16 pm
Charlie Blagger
Charlie Blagger
Charlie you stupid slag
I told you not to open the bag
£20 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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