BronxInASix

Bronx In A Six (Explicit) - Sleaford Mods

Bronx in six

Bronx in six

He never gave any refunds to his mates

Now he wonders why he sits in his big house all on his own

With all his plastic and nice painted plates

Bronx in a six let's do a one skinner you ten bob

Laughing me head off at the old cows that grazed on grass from the boom

It soon turned its jet on ya face and boom

Burnt you puff daddy it maced ya bastards

Good I f**kin' laugh like f**k at ya wannabe labels

Shoots on location

Cut blokes in stables ra ra ra

All ya chinny wine tasters die in boxes like the rest of us wasters

Bastard I f**king tie ya veins round ya vans limited edition

Stitched tongues

Bond street like the Von Bondies

You got slapped up right

I wouldn't f**k about with Jack White

You're a jammy slug missed the salt

A twat with nine lives

You're a lucky little tit cake die die die

Bronx in a six

A single skinner how's tricks

Bronx in a six

A single skinner how's tricks

I couldn't give a f**king sh*t what you think about me cunt

What ya saying now where's ya wife ya kids ya house

You ain't got none you silly billy

All gone quiet on the wanker front

Gary Cooper's on the clue cause he stuck to his guns

Radio edit oh it's so nice

Lauren Laverne keeps playing tumbling dice

Just like you with ya maharishi shoulder bag

Walking the strip like you f**king own the path

You wonder why you got no mates

You pretend to be proud of ya own culture

Whilst simultaneously not giving two f**ks about ya own culture

What culture f**k culture the blueprint for all control

On the dole money monk the monastery's faint flicks of reference

Paint a vague idea a pound in the fruity

F**k lolly on that scale you cunt you're mugged

The money monks saying its prays on bank books

Bronx in a six

A single skinner how's tricks

Bronx in a six

A single skinner how's tricks

I knocked ya sh*t vase over one night

I think you was boring women

You slag off about some buying trip to hanover alright

Lobbing out the posh nuts and f**king weird fruit as some appetizer

Clean white tiles a view to the garden a room with a poo

I nicked all ya takings and ya f**king mates coke too

Bringing women 'round then bragging about the conquest

With ya pot belly Helmut Lang white vest

Autumn winter 2002 mind fest

Bronx in a six

A single skinner how's tricks

Bronx in a six

A single skinner how's tricks