The Baker of Bolton Street

A blonde with good teeth

Lady streets lusty sheets

Ahorse you’d call her Valkyrie

Bond theme plays in my dreams

Spat out blood when brushed my teeth

Half of that is gum disease 

Other half how I feed my vampire need

A band name so offensive it kills priests.


Life burns fast like a paper fuse 

Steep cost bags like its pay per view

Scagging for a sweet

I want plentiful trifle

To get bounties for both us rob banks with my rifle

Arm shift to alarm pull, butt hit then get riddled

You’re marked for death like a diddler in prison

I’m Gary Rhodes colossus cook off in the kitchen

Where you shop, they get the kitsch in

Loose rock on my accountants formica countertop isteach sa cistin

Skag won’t pay street price because I bulk buy

What I cut it with makes a pan gleam, choke a rat die.

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