This is a song about "Sport in canterbury"

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Go show them sport yea what you were made for

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And for sport i'm gonna finish you; lyrically not physically

I get in where i fit in.

It's a -- situation

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

See i walked in while she creeped in.

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

All you need is your passport

Stuck in the in the tub,

I don't really give a fuck

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

In proving improvement in chunks,

What up girl, tell me how you been

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