 Do you see it? Our parties were smoking packets and their party's smoking jackets. At our parties, we turn up till we burn out the sockets. At your parties, you all just recite every single word of the office. At our parties, bitches twerking. At your parties, pickled gherkins. At our parties, big speakers. At your parties, six cheeses. We know we float, Venom. Like the Rhodes tell him. And he only rolls with the most reckless known villains like Noel Edmonds. Undilo Nodil. You two were the best of brothers. Telling him about your feelings. And your special numbers. He said, will you rap for me, Marcus? He said, okay, no. Since you were the man asking and you stepped out the shadows like Hank Marvin. You got that old lady clap starting and then did a rap about no shirts. That's charming. Why are you putting none of them shank bars in? I swear, at one point, I thought you were going to start tap dancing. You probably bought her in the new Don't Flop TV and bought her. At the back trying to whack like a supporter. Polly drove her in the pinned down forza. Man a grand scene enforcer. You haven't gone hard for the senior wacker. Now you're about to get a shot like Ray. I made you fall, I was going to say, black car. It's real, we actually hate you, it's not banter. So someone ban him. Wait, tell him, ban him. Fuck it. Can I ban you? I can't accept it. You were raising a cold in one minute kitchen praying for toast. Nana in a basement slaying a goat. Crazy fault, that's how we're beefing. Come to your house and eat it. Like a jojoba, mash up and eat it. Walking door, star blast, feeling steamy. Right up inside your gaff. Snatch your fish, time to fight your dad. I'm the god that just smite your dad. Smite your fish, smite your cat. Shock your mum, tell her crisis black. Make her born again with a righteous slap. Holy up, I'm getting viral flash. Won't get none of your viral flash. It's a pagan thing. Pagan thing, reach for the thing, reach for the thing. It's not just a couple of Southern Fespians you risk it losing to. It's your dignity. You hate the way the spit is thrown through. You'll look desperate trying to prove yourself like when Finchie threw the shoe. Or a colour blind guy trying to fix a Rubik's cube. You are not the best doubles in the country. There's inconclusive proof. You're just the only team around right now in British 2 on 2. Just trying to hit those lunar views. You must be tripping to the moon. But we're here to help you. Don't say we didn't shoot to you. Now it's a simple formula. You just do the setup. And then shift it through to you. Then you quickly move it through. Like the kids do. Scooby do. When they're roomed up. It's a simple formula. You just do the setup. And then shift it through to you. Then you quickly move it through. Like the kids do. Scooby do. When they're switching roomed up. Because they're in a spooky room. But that chemistry's not something you just stick with super glue. And it really fucking helps if you're not a shit in 2 on 2.