way for the S O V
I say first priorities, it cost me At Maccy D's at about three you munching on? Quarter-pounder with about me and Billyes
Now S O V, you S O V, speak S O V, quit Whatever don't talk with mouth full
That's alright me It's all Even if it's not me You're dashing my name around the city
all good though Blup, blup publicity for White midget, a huh mine Somebody just my digits
Is it for your Is it? Ha, for the way That you use credit
If you go say I'm Well, if I'm then why are you ringing me? You drained credit that's filling it While my style, you's not feeling it?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, In one ear and it straight out the other yourself like you are a star Live for your mother reh reh reh rah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, All your words in my brain are into clutter Repeating yourself like you are a Live for your like reh reh reh rah
Your want to classify me as an Eminem What hear? What I'm a different kind of Just I be a white Caucasian mean me and him are the same
one I'm not American, two I'm not a man Three I come into a different kind of plan Setting the straight 'cause I know that I can Will it ever 'cause I do the ultravan?
I don't fit into any Why? I'm onto top the many Writing out more than Bur berry Then it will be like a of 20
Make them lick my off the floor spit that's bad When I in the door Release my metaphor O' Blimey
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, In one ear and it comes out the other Repeating yourself you are a star Live for your mother reh reh reh rah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, All your words in my are turning into clutter Repeating yourself like you are a for your mother like reh reh reh rah
I know you know most about me over Sunday roast Or mid-morning cheese on But I found out you're talking It's all different you start
S O V, I never said S O V, you you ain't white S O V, I love your Well, what the f*** you want b**** a in the bank?
I'm varying 'cause I'm to be best friends From friends comes the next Blahbarian Let me only start you're preparing the new rhythm
Now everyday the kids And oh God, I got people swearing The rich, the poor, the snobs, the Oh, dear Blahbarians
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, In one ear and it comes straight out the Repeating yourself like you are a for your mother like reh reh reh rah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, All your words in my are turning into clutter yourself like you are a star Live for your mother reh reh reh rah