Duku Man Skit
Ey, what?
You wanna quickly Doku this thing?
(Go on then)
Yo
I'm like, lately I've seen that many man
Comin' up with funny little skanks and thing
But when I'm on a skankin' thing
No lie, I'm on a blankin' thing
And if you feel my shit I'm on a thankin' thing
But if you bring a pretty girl around me
I'm on a spankin' thing, it's no wankin' thing
See me I'm on the stance same thing
Furthermore I should be the skankin' king
So if you wanna come hotel don't waste time
Only get once chance, don't get nine
Like Cartel said, "My cocky longer than my nine"
So rep it up because we bump and grind
I'm a man, you're a female
And I hate when a chick makes her bum
Look big on Facebook
Man, they can't back the real thing up in detail
Done with your pictures but I know your e-mail
I'm a hard worker but I'm not a grime MC
So anytime I get a day off
I like writin' angry lyrics with my friends
Reminiscin' about the days
When we used to lick a lot of shots
On the block and go to girls hostels
Shag them, then link their best friend
You're the shit on my shoe
Waste, dash you and splash on the floor
In your mom's basement
Oi, You're a doku man
You gotta be stackin' up doku grands
Fools 'round here, no Lulu's man
You man are spooky, you do Voodoo?
(You do voodoo?)
What planet are you on? You must be coo-coo
I don't wanna put a thing in 'fifis' hand
'Cause he will definitely make it go doku
Men are supposed to have balls, not lulu's
Never have I seen a man run that fast
I'm surprised he never done a poo-poo
Ey, donut, dickhead, Beany-man's cousin
Make us ill, it ate more than a dozen
And I did ask Tulisa and she told me that
"I will never shag a man unless I love him"
Sagga's wanna be fake ragga-muffin
How can you let a likkle man like me
Make 2 grown man like you start dossin'?
Never talk to the Feds
When they come I start duckin'
You, man, are buggin'
Wanna talk shit behind my back
When you see me, you start runnin'
Arr, you ain't heavy like a ton full of bricks
N-Dubz got a bag full of hits
You and your boys a bag full of pricks
If we come to your party, you know we gon' leave
With all of your chicks
Oi, You're a doku man
You gotta be stackin' up doku grands
Fools 'round here, no Lulu's man
You man are spooky, you do Voodoo?
(Duk's, tell me)
What would you do if you're in a club dancin'
A man rolls with his girlfriend on a sad thing
And she starts givin' you the eye like it's a bang thing
I know what I would do, I end rampin'
I would take her to the toilet, put her in the sink
Give her willy till the batty don' wink
Don't think I'm buyin' you a drink
You are not my girlfriend, you're just another link
I don't care what you think
When I die, don't bury me, burn me
The way things are goin' I might die early
I hate MC's that get it with the swag lines
Like 'I'm a killer an no-one can hurt me'
Yo, When I die don't bury me, freeze me
The way things are goin' I might die easy
I hate MC's that come out with dead lines
Like 'I shoot crack and guns', that's cheesy
Rarrst, many man I know are livin' in a dream-land
Thinkin' they can play 2 notes on a keyboard
And come up with a song like ours
Your mix tape stinks like a fart
My album's a slut in the chart
Half a million of my CD's got shipped
Like hot cakes over the counter
So could you please stop stylin' on west
When you can't even sell 2 of them in an hour?
Coco-cabonion, I come Q with the shank and done them
I'm from a place called North-west London
I heard your mom's got bunions fame, what?