I wanna be rich, I want loads of f**king money. I don't give a s**t about clever or funny.
I want loads of clothes but f**k all the diamonds. I heard people s**te while there trying
to find em. Yeah I'll get my t**s out and it will be shameless, cos everyone knows thats f**king how ya get famous. I'll blind the sun and f**king look in the mirror.
I'm the right b**ch yeah I'm onto a b**tard.

Chorus:
I don't know what s**t and whats real anymore. I don't know where I'm meant to go. You w*o-o*e. W-when do you think it will bl**dey be clear.
Yes I'm being taken over by THE FEAR!

Life's about sex-ta**s and less about mothers. It's all about fast cars and cu**ing each other. (S**t) I don't matter cos I'm packin plastic n thats what makes my life so f**kin fantastic. Yeah I'm aware of a massive god damn function. Hell, its not my fault, It's how I go on a f**k ya. I'll blind the sun and f**king look in the mirror. I'm the right b**ch yeah I'm onto a b**tard.

(Chorus Again).

F**k all the guns and f**k amunition, cos I'm w**king em all on my own little mission. Now I am a b**ch, but I'm not a sinner. Everything not s**t as long as I'm gettin thinner.

(Chorus Again).

Speak: I could f**king do that again. Waheyy!!