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childs play ii - mr. wrong lyrics

[intro]
i’ve heard about you pesky little b*st*rds
get the f*ck out me shop now
(what? do one n0bhead!)

[verse: mr wrong & bill shakes]
problem child, fake a cough and scoff a locket
robbing from the shops with a hundred monsters in my pocket
bonbons and tizer, strawberry laces on my trainers
security guides, none the wiser
it’s like tapping feet
they never clocked the cider, i got inside this magazine like i can read
master thief, skip class to teach kids how to nick bags of sweets and sell them off for half the fee
littlе horror, suck the aniseed b*lls, mr soft bop, taxing trebors
clean sweep sweet shop floors
f*ck e’s, wе pop white smarties
use your sky dish to tie tarsies
empty shelves, my hobby is robbing viz and re*enacting the spoilt b*st*rd comic strip
swiping bin fulls of minstrels and toffee crisps
gobby, mocking kids cause his twix is not to split
commodore 64 copy disk, f*ck an honest quid
mr. little big stuff puffing chocolate cigs
my problem is, you bought them nerds
i take w*lly wonka for all he’s worth
to tour the earth on a sweet robbing spree is my only aim in life
bad kid never take advice
blag a limp with a meter sherbet as a splint
assistants give me sh*t for free out of sympathy
no manners, what lad i don’t say pardon
i raid martins with cap guns and bomb bags
not one thanks, shout pigs at bizzies
i fill my jacket with skittle packets and fizzy lizzies
ripping ciggies, front flip over counter
hyperactive off lines of flying saucer powder
other kids get slapped when they play with me
local sweet shotter, supply class a to c
school’s out, gonna sing
i’ll even knock your sweet tooth out and rock it on a chain
have happy shoppers crying mental scars
shocked by the presence of my giant refresher bar cosh
enter shops with the intention of exiting with jelly tots and cherry drops at any cost
keep my sugar levels high without a penny loss
sell your stock, pocket money never got spent at once
childs play two, revenge of the cretin is at last here, outta beer, yelling at the cashier
if i was underage, could i have tucked that ace up my hoodie right in front of your ugly face?
stupid, a nuisance
following the shoe prints will get you nowhere
covert operations for chocolate raisins
always on the lookout for new shops to break in
i ain’t down with coffee flavours
stoned happily it’s so sad to see
f*ck a low calorie, i’m throwing up a whole galaxy
if you’ve got a glucose product, hand it over
responsible for the extinction of panda cola
sp*ce raiders, out of date quavers
in mini f*cking eggs we trust, on a double decker buzz
people are often surprised, about how i can lift a shop with my size
i’m one of a kind
when i’m bored i plan to tax stores just to pass time
d*mned swines, jack norms last dime
plastic halloween masks crime
sticky fingerprints tapping on this biscuit tin stash
boosting two for one, moving on to the rubicon
only quiet when the transformers movies on
pedal jolly ranchers ‘n’ anything with citric acid in
e numbers on the packaging
[outro]
yeah, you f*cking b*st*rds, you best get out of here
i’m gonna call the bizzies in a minute
i’m gonna get, i’m gonna get yous f*cking clocked
yous are done? you c*nts, you never come back in your f*cking barred
f*ck off, i’ll swing for you’s next time
(i’m gonna batter ya, ya d*ckhead)

three bags of nails please, mr. bacon
no, no, i don’t have any nails. how about a nice pork chop?
oh, and the nails, eh?
i never have any nails. mr. wrong, this is a butcher’s shop

- mr wrong lyrics

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