Il testo della Wanker

I've got no walking rimes
I ain't fucking mike-d
I got no cd
You know got no flying v
Foolin' around with a cheesy strat
Yeah!!!
Ain't no big muff
Got no pro co rat
I got my chickenhead
Cranked up to twelve
I want a twanky sound
Asian
Born and bred
I don't have a fax
I just use the wax
I don't play heavy metal but i love antrax
I ain't faking hendrix
Got no little wing
I can make you burn
But i can't make you sting
Got peyote dreams in the night yeah!!!
I can't find no doctor
Set me right
I don't say bullshit
Don't give me no free line
I got no proper stuff i got no shoeshine
I like a band named rollins
I hate phil collins
I don't give a fuck if the stones are rolling
This is the stuff
The facts
Let's make an act
Break through your level
Don't play the rebel
You know i ain't no wanker
I got to resist
I get a regular dose
From your waiting list
You know i ain't no saint
No damn funky monk
Take me home honey i'm a
Monkey bonk
Give you a little ring
With myjum-jum thing
Talk me on the phone
Get on the zone
I never said nigga
Don't make it bigger
I'm just like you
So why pull the trigger?