If you thief any of TC's fuckin' beats, right We will send 'round the most murkiest murkmen from Murkton On a Monday, which is a murky day And we will fucking murk you, right We're not talkin' no normal sway back Patrick Swayze, nice and easy, ballet dancing, lemon squeezy Style, yeah We're talking murky We're talking pea souper, we're talking fog, darkness We're coming 'round your house We'll murder your fish, your dog, your cat Animal, vegetable, mineral Listen, we'll come 'round and fuck you up That's what I'm saying, yeah We ain't playing, pal It's just a dirty little vibe, yeah If you fuckin' touch this fuckin' vibe mates I'll stick your neck in OK Deeper, titanic, make the dance panic That one a penny, two a penny, vibe you can't manage Boh! Pure nasty habit, sadness I can't have it Do your move, bust your style, raver dance rapid Gidabiddy hiddabiddy gidabiddy beat on the flow that's so savage Uncle TC and Mr. Jakes, that spells damage We run things from here to trinity, oh, we damn flashy Over breakbeat, SK, salsa or tough garage Hip-hop, even if you're stiff dead in a carriage True to the dead one that left with a ratchet Wrap your head around this stuff, kid, you can't nap it It's the rough-rugged, ever-ready raw-core classic Deep, titanic, make the dance panic One a penny, two a penny, vibe you can't manage Pure nasty habit, sadness I can't have it Do your move, bust your style, raver dance rapid I got vibe, I'm working so hard right now Rolling these beats, for Mr. TC right now 'Til I got vibe (with TC, right, now-now-now) We've got vibe (we've got vibe now, listen) (It's still free yeah, isn't it) Deep, titanic, make the dance panic One a penny, two a penny, vibe you can't manage Pure nasty habit, sadness I can't have it Do your move, bust your style, raver dance rapid Oi, TC, stop looking at them girls and do your job!