Lyrics

Yo, R & M Roids & maggots

R & M what a place to be,
Every grassin’ man sittin’ comfortably,
John Freers’ little man with his giant head,
Might as well be sleepin’ in the office staff’s bed.

(Verse 2)
Plenty of fools, yeah, no surprise,
Big Fat Lew with a million lies,
Daft Kev fishin’, always on the case,
Daz from Morecambe Bay snitchin’ night and day.

(Chorus)
Ohhh, what a company, what a ride,
Some real ones, but most just slide,
A few sound lads, yeah, they stay true,
But backbone’s missin’ in more than a few.

(Verse 3)
Mac the Knife, yeah, he’s the LOLER,
Could rig a raffle, the ultimate blower,
Clockin’ in, clockin’ out, playin’ the game,
While the real workers hold the name.

(Bridge)
Gossip flyin’, tales get spun,
Who’s grassin’ who? Man, it ain’t fun,
But we keep movin’, stack that pay,
Laugh it off at the end of the day.

(Verse 4)
Everyone’s on the roids, think they’re Arnie,
But most are big, fat fools looking like Barney,
Talkin’ tough, think there the next in ufc but most of these cunts can’t do the abc.
More like clowns tryna pull a trick or sucking on the gaffers dick.
(Chorus)
Ohhh, what a company, what a ride,
Some real ones, but most just slide,
A few sound lads, yeah, they stay true,
But backbone’s missin’ in more than a few.

(Outro)
Matty the Mongo, the hypnotist,
Spinnin’ heads with the lies from his lips,
Talkin’ big, but we all see through,
The Redcar spaz hasn’t clue he’s like scooby do but on the spice with his burps are the best and always sharting if he’s on another job I will be departing