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

Abrupt.

Adriana Spalinky

Squirrel.