I ain’t no rapper

Wahhhh, oh no,
I ain’t no rapper
cos unfortunately I’ve got me
st, st, stammer
and a wild, crazy, Midlands English grammer
My lyrics they fly at ya like a hammer,
Ptangyangkipperbang Northern glamour
and surreptitiously in the last lines really bit words I like to Cramm, ah
What I’ve got to say is locked up inside
like a treasure chest inside I hide
for I feat a world dangerous, corrupt
and then my wittering ends

Adriana Spalinky


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