Arms burn
Brow sweats Here come the fucking baguettes
TIN, TIN , TIN
Up down Up down Trolley, chin Trolley, chin Muscles ache Aunt Bessies Bake
Skins tight Heads light Vision blurred Have a word… A damaged soul
In complete control Right arm stretch Cashier Betch Built in a lab
Out n grab Mechanic movement
Hitlers student Complete action Good belt traction
Times a fraction In the scanning faction No time for bags Builders arms
Tits sag
SCAN SCAN SCAN This Scran scran scran. Knees weak
Portraits bleak Witness my demise Handling these pies Body shuts down
Soul depletes Draw the chalk Lay white sheets
Judging eyes Anxious look
I feel ashamed For how long I took
Rather Roy Keane red card foul me, I work out every Thursday, I shop in Aldi.
Featured in Episode 6 – Shall I rap this? (User submitted episode)
