Scrappers

Cross tattoos Lookin' not so eager Pours out your booze Haircut like Conor McGregor He says your ID Doesn't look like you So he live-streams ya For all of Facebook to see Rocked up in trackies so you're straight up denied Hasn't got a ground so you try and you try Stood there like a spare dick wondering why What's the point when he won't even look ya in the eye? On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" "Not the night" Professional arsehole PhD in sleazy Degree in wrecking your nights and making women uneasy He treats ya like a dog, so he grabs ya by the collar Screams get lost as the other mutts holler On the leash, he's leading his legion Trying to use logic is like committing treason He turns off the cameras off so nobody sees him Cross-Hatch jacket Now we're gettin' to the reason On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" On the door Lookin' for a fight "I'm sorry son Tonight's not the night" Picked out Taig'd out K'd out Blue'd out Yoke'd out Bucked out Choke'd out Fucked out Picked out Taig'd out K'd out Blue'd out Yoke'd out Bucked out Choke'd out Fucked out Picked out Taig'd out K'd out Blue'd out Yoke'd out Bucked out Choke'd out Fucked out