I was walking by our's late one Saturday night, When I bump's into Satan out tryin'a score white, so I say's 'Now then fella,what's up with the face?cause of evil and anger I see not a trace,' Well I've heard all the rumours I've heard all the hype,but ya seem like a nice lad dya fancy a pipe?, Well he glanced at me briefly then Satan did say,'can you get me some tackle top Shit n class A? so I told him he'd have to hand over the dough, if some fella with horns tries to score they'll say no, and drug dealers won't deal with outsiders at best, especially when with horns,hooves and tail they be blessed, so I left him stood there round the corner from Arnot, Til the dealer went past and went right off his barnet, "f***ing hell!girl",he said,what've I told you before?f***king swerve all these wrongens you keep bringing to score, well your no longer blonde but ya still acting dizzy, how'd you know that the guy's not a grass or a busy? well I got all the knowledge straight from the top shelf, that's no plod ya daft c**t that's the devil himself, that was six months ago the poor sod ain't looked back, only Julie-ann Jones could get Satan on crack.
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