Glass of red

I sprinkle billy whizz in2 my glass of red / Rasta dreads down stairs, part her legs / pass the dregs punk I can't be assed for bed !
Get ya pudpud out til it's swollen and beat / now plz go home wit these frozen peas!
I don't play rugby in tha field n throw tha ball in tha park / I've got tha bucky that I wield by tha store after dark ! ...
Catch me in the court shootin' hoops wit tha troops/ tha chicken heads are cluckin' u can catch me in tha coupe .
I'm a gipsy hill hustlah , south west wrestler/ shaking down clowns and I get the best of ya ! From tha ends of Lambeth down to my friends in Narberth/ if it ain't tha Turks it won't work at tha barbers...
Everybody now wanna be a Viking/ nose ring and beard but there is no fighting/ U couldn't hammer man like Thor striking down like lightening/ or swing swords from a horse learn norse, your biting !!
You watch the show on tv now everybody bites/ from top-nots to pipes, drink from horns in tha night .