Inspecter 7 - Sharky 17 lyrics

Short crop mutton chop cut so clean Pasta makin' paysan, Olive Garden green Stompin' feet, we call him "meat", and you know what I mean What's his name? Sharky 17! Oi! Sharky 17! Oi! Sharky 17 Boot to the pedal, speeding Route 18 Stops at Taco Bell, fills up on some beans Gas a**, working cla**, stinking up his jeans What do we call him? Sharky 17! Oi! Sharky 17! Oi! Sharky 17 One, two, three, Oi! Sharky 17! Oi! Sharky 17 Doesn't choose a poison, keeps his senses clean And if you want to f** with him there's gonna be scene He'll stomp your face to blood red paste, and I won't intervene Feel the bratty wrath of Sharky 17! Oi! Sharky 17! Oi! Sharky 17! Oi! Sharky 17! Oi! What do we call him? Sharky 17