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fire in the spoof - postman pat & bob the builder - shellers lyrics

[verse 1: postman pat]

(800 hertz)
(jamma beats)
(fresh money baby)

postman pattern man up
front door wrappin’ man up
anything dpd get wah?
royal mail stampin’ man up
postman pattern man up
red van grabbin’ man up
anything dpd get wah?
royal mail stampin’ man up

black and white cats
in and out flats
mum just cool and relax
tell all of my paigons “i know where you live”
you can put that on my nav
you can’t move box round ‘ere
dpd you’ll get a box round ‘ere
breathe easy, man do a lot round ‘ere
my dogs connect the dots round ‘ere
yeah, toppa top talk
too much talk, not enough walk
you ain’t moving sh+t down south, you’re a p+ssyhole
you ain’t moving nothin’ up north
postman pat
postman this
postman that
that girl done out my name of facebook
that girl whine up her back on snap
[verse 2: bob the builder]

my name’s bob, i’m a driller
you’re an actor, ben stiller
i might put that scope on a hammer
and pray i never go broke like hammer
i flip a box of the dark and tanner
and dipsets like juelz santana
you pr+cks don’t pattern up nada
you’re not hot, that’s michael dappah

(bob the builder, can we fix it)

now check the logistics
bricks out and bricks in
that’s scratch and sniff ting
fl!cked out on a victim, made the eagle pitch him twist him
rude boy are you listening? (are you listening?)
my name’s bob not bobby
i got big macs, i got whoppies
i got a hundred tools and moppies
tell a girl get low, get sloppy
start pattern up man with a brucky
diss me and survive, that’s lucky
and if you draw for the ting then buss it
i got blood in my eyes, don’t cross me
all my dargs get bills like cosby

- fire in the spoof lyrics

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