Said well I'm the Yorkshire Rapper
And I like my tripe
I killed a bunch of bitches
Cos they weren't my type
Prossies they all were
Dirty tainted scum
Professors suggested it's cos
I hate me mum
From Halifax to Leeds
With Jack yo don't be messin'
From Anna to Jacqueline
Least they're the one's I'm 'fessin!
Now I got me face,
On the front on the Sun
Me mam's well proud
And I'm having fun
23 bitches and
I'm feeling bad
25 to life but
I must be someone's dad!
Now we're talking Jean
I shouldn't have left that paper!
A five pound note
Come back to haunt me later.
1981 that's when I went down
Ee-by gum I turned me keks right brown!
Saucy Jack. He's a naughty one!
Yo! Saucy Jack. He's a haughty one!
Boom-chack, boo-boom-boom chak-chak!
Boom-chack, boo-boom-boom chak-chak!
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