Ah, you wicked, man? I'm buzzin', been lightin' me shit in mates car like. Gaffa's ridin' all way to his lass', I 'erd she wha pregaz ...but we ain't heard nuffin' yet. I bet the bitch'll 'ave it too...you comin' to 'a office like...gotta get me gyro, I'm skint.
Who do you know like?! Me mate's from Rosso, I'm from Conno and he finks he's a right 'ardo. Oh, Eng-a-land! Eng-a-land! That cidar, man, wicked buzzin' ...
Damn, f*ck offs, all of 'em.