Flush Raw Bugzy Malone

[Intro: Bugzy Malone]
Yo, Bugzy Malone, 010'
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[Verse 1: Bugzy Malone]
Picture this, I'm chilling
But the guy next to me must have been pilling or suttin'
Because he keeps ramping and chatting
But the way that he's doing, it's pushing a button
It's like I can feel it inside me
I don't wanna get vexed and knock the kid out
So I don't and I keep it inside me
'Cause I don't wanna wake up in a police cell
With no shoe laces and a charge sheet
So that's why you see that I'm holding it down
But you know I'm not down with batties
So the guy next to me just best step back before he gets rushed like a fatty
With his bottom lip bust, forehead cracked
But I look and he's looking right at me
So I'm thinking does he want it with me, me?
So I start turning a bit, I'm screwing and my head starts burning a bit
But I don't wanna' waste time teaching a prick that it's daft to be rampin' and deeking and shit
Deeking and shit but he's still watching
I've got a drink in my hand, I'm cotching
Does this nigga want grabbing and slinging
To the side of the room where nobodies standing?
So I stand up and look round
Drink in my hand I've already put down
'Cause I can feel it going off soon
If it does everybody will be running around
But he's not ready for what I'm packing
I got a machete in my waist line no doubt but I call it the Samurai sword
When I whip it out everybody starts running about, I start running about
I don't pull a gun out, everybody's screaming looking to duck out
But back to the point with the guy deeking
He got brave and told me to suck out
I did say it, I was ready to destroy that fool
Wasn't ready for the devil to employ that fool
Try to chief a nigga but didn't bring no tool
So I said "You can suck out"
Turn into the devil, this time whip out the Samurai sword so quick that
The nigga that tried it got looked at
I was gonna let him off but fuck that
I made sure that nigga got chopped up bad
And the rest of the niggas that looked back got chased to the fire exit, caught up and left in a blacked out body bag
So I'm leaving the place, place
'Cause I know Feds' will be all over the place
And my heart beats slowing down now
It's going about the same speed as the bass
So, so, I'm on a back street now
By myself and I put the Samurai sword down
Walking the street blacked out with my hands in my pockets
And a blacked out car slows down
Four niggas pulled up in a blacked out whip
Three niggas jumped out on a hype ting
First nigga jumped out, I said "Really what's good"
He said "nuttin, but I'm on a hype ting
I did say it I was ready to destroy that fool
Wasn't ready for the devil to employ that fool
Tried to jack a nigga but didn't bring no tool
So I said, "I'm on a hype ting"
Turn into the devil, sky turns red
Everybody starts running about
Them niggas got clapped up for running their mouth
But keep your trap shut, I'll run in your house
My hype tings over, jump in the whip
Put the pedal to the metal
Lights on red, red
Don't give a fuck I just start skidding about
Don't give a fuck I just start skidding about