| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| Tell an MC he’ll get bunned then shattered
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| You might wanna gather your data
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| It’s the Riddler, I kid you not, with Scratch the Mad Hatter
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| Somewhere in the manor with the boys getting langered
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| When you’re on a good vibe nothing really matters
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| I’ll dance on my ones, let 'em think that I’m crackers
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| You fakers, really just haven’t got the Jacobs
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| Can’t be yourself with your wrap-round faces
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| Wasters, put 'em through hell when I take 'em
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| Into my little realm, where I make up shit in my head
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| To make an MC shit in his bed
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| Me and Scratch on a riddim, you’re dead
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| Two pale-faced lyrical men
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| That get love in the criminal ends
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| MC’s get bunned then shatter
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| You might wanna gather your data
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| Yo Scratch
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| Name two white boys that are sicker
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| Dickhead, I beg to differ
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| I might sound black but I’m not a white wigger
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| Me and Devs on the same track, it’s a winner (Oi)
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| I think of bars when I’m out on the piss-up (Oi)
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| Or when I’m on the shitter
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| I wipe my arse with that Skrilla
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| Always sharp, Edward Scissor
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| You’re a clown, but you’re no killer
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| I’ll set fire to your chinchilla
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| At your next booking without you looking
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| Scratch the Ripper kill an MC quicker
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| I’m on the run like my name’s McVicar
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| On the trumpet, where’s the stripper
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| Where’s the crumpet, where’s the liquor
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| I ain’t here to get lemon, that’s bitter
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| MC’s get bunned then shatter
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| You might wanna gather your data
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| That’s fact
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| Back from the crypt, to feed you collabs like this
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| Get greedy, I’ll feed you a fist
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| My blood runs deep in this shit
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| Tape cassettes of Roll Deep on Rinse (On Rinse)
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| Inspirin' this young gun firin'
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| To raise every element inside my grip
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| Great timing, struck by lightning
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| The game complied then my name got big
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| You know what it was, you know what it is
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| Takin' the liberty, takin' the piss
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| Jack got frost when we both rode in
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| Cats look lost when the dogs roll in
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| Wilehouse to ‘nam
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| What side of the city had bars since I was a kid?
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| Don’t know? | 
| Then you’ll find out soon
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| When we play this tune inside; | 
| that’s sick
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| It’s the white boy from Daga
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| Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
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| MC’s get bunned then shatter
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| You might wanna gather your data
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| That’s fact
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| It’s Devlin from Dogga
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| Where every little kid is another little robber
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| Everyone’s on the same bloody flex
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| Why go to work when you can be a shotter?
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| Old school my man’s vexed when I follow
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| And I rep me and mine with honour
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| Keep your girl close 'cause I’ll be on her
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| By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her
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| I’ll be on her, I’ll be on her
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| By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her
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| Cheap date, chicken doner
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| End of the night in bed I’ll be on her
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| I’ll be on her, I’ll be on her
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| By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her
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| Cheap date, chicken doner
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| End of the night in bed I’ll be on her |