I was walkin by ours late one Saturday night,
When I bumps into Satan out trying to score white*,
So I says,"Now then fella what's up with the face?
cause of fire n brimstone I cant find a trace,
Well I've heard all the rumours,I've heard all the
hype,but ya seem like a nice lad,d'ya fancy a pipe?"
Well he glanced at me briefly then Satan did
say,"Can ya get me some tackle,top sh*t n class A?"
So I explained he'd have to hand over the dough,if
some fella with horns tries to score they'll say no,
And drug dealers wont deal with outsiders at
best,especially when with pitchfork n hooves they
So I left him stood there knew I'd made a
mistake,when my dealer turned up going right off
"F**king Hell girl",he said,"What've I told you
F**cking swerve all these wrongens ya keep
bringing to score,
Well ya no longer blonde but ya still dumb n
dizzy,how'd ya know that the guys not a snitch or a
Well I got all the knowledge straight from the top
"That's no plod ya daft c*nt,that's the devil himself,
That was six months ago the poor c*nt aint looked
Only Julie ann Jones could get Satan on Crack.
*White...street slang for Crack Cocaine,also known