Jammydodger
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A little poem by a assosite called UKunderground.
its starts in the morning around 11am
when i cheCk my mail and s*******w PM,
a cob wanted here, a dl wanted their,
then its into the shower to wash my hair
i must phone the bank, the detail`S still live,
i have to place my order, the cut off`s at 5.
next day shipment that`s what i`m after
when the moneys delivered you`ll hear my laughter
on with shoes that are made by prada,
its far too late for holy communion,
i`m much too busy carding western union.
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
i tell myself, i will stop each day,
but whens enough, not now, no way,
**** an office, that aint my scene
9-5 bollocks, i live the dream.
I drive an M3, the armarni is mine,
the rolex i wear it keeps great time
i drink fine wine, but mostley alone,
in the 1 bed appatrment, that i call home,
well at least for 5 days
till my orders arive... ive raped the cards
now its time to slide........
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
today`s the day, but what my name,
is john or steve or wayne,
mr jones or mr smith
am i 32 or 56, my last address,
now thats a laugh, i was in and out,
no time to fart...
no time to watch the brand new plasma,
unpack my bag or read a paper,
no time to stop and meet the neighbours
this drops on top so see ya later.....
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
so, 2,3,4 or 500k
when`s it time to call it a day
fake cc`s and travelers checks
i dont think i`ve had enough just yet
maybe just a months vacation,
cuba, canada, south east asia,
but even when i`m at the station,
i card the tickets to my destination,
a top hotel and upgrade please
my credits good, just look at these....
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
so this is the end of my little ditty,
as a hit the road for another city,
keep on moving and never look back,
cant drink with friends,
or have the crack,
sometimes i think i should settle down
find a nice, quite town, find a girl
and live the lie, raise some kids and bake some pies,
till that early sunday morning,
the doors kicked in with a friendly warning,
we have a warrent to search this place,
mr smith or is it james, we placing you under arrest....
its not for me, nor for the best,
so i watch my back, and live alone
no friends can call me, on my phone...
time to retire, maybe i oughter,
but i know i cant......
I`M A F**KING FRAUDSTER.
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
by ukundrground with the help of some bud.
its starts in the morning around 11am
when i cheCk my mail and s*******w PM,
a cob wanted here, a dl wanted their,
then its into the shower to wash my hair
i must phone the bank, the detail`S still live,
i have to place my order, the cut off`s at 5.
next day shipment that`s what i`m after
when the moneys delivered you`ll hear my laughter
on with shoes that are made by prada,
its far too late for holy communion,
i`m much too busy carding western union.
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
i tell myself, i will stop each day,
but whens enough, not now, no way,
**** an office, that aint my scene
9-5 bollocks, i live the dream.
I drive an M3, the armarni is mine,
the rolex i wear it keeps great time
i drink fine wine, but mostley alone,
in the 1 bed appatrment, that i call home,
well at least for 5 days
till my orders arive... ive raped the cards
now its time to slide........
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
today`s the day, but what my name,
is john or steve or wayne,
mr jones or mr smith
am i 32 or 56, my last address,
now thats a laugh, i was in and out,
no time to fart...
no time to watch the brand new plasma,
unpack my bag or read a paper,
no time to stop and meet the neighbours
this drops on top so see ya later.....
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
so, 2,3,4 or 500k
when`s it time to call it a day
fake cc`s and travelers checks
i dont think i`ve had enough just yet
maybe just a months vacation,
cuba, canada, south east asia,
but even when i`m at the station,
i card the tickets to my destination,
a top hotel and upgrade please
my credits good, just look at these....
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
so this is the end of my little ditty,
as a hit the road for another city,
keep on moving and never look back,
cant drink with friends,
or have the crack,
sometimes i think i should settle down
find a nice, quite town, find a girl
and live the lie, raise some kids and bake some pies,
till that early sunday morning,
the doors kicked in with a friendly warning,
we have a warrent to search this place,
mr smith or is it james, we placing you under arrest....
its not for me, nor for the best,
so i watch my back, and live alone
no friends can call me, on my phone...
time to retire, maybe i oughter,
but i know i cant......
I`M A F**KING FRAUDSTER.
its a lonley life i lead
with every new cc i bleed
its like a habit
i have too feed
maybe its just f**king greed.
by ukundrground with the help of some bud.
