Goldie Lookin Chain - Bad Boy Limp lyrics

If you wanna make money then
You've gotta think fast
Phone claims direct cos there's a
Nail in yer arse
Its very simple this is one step of two
First hurt yourself, then claim you wanna sue
Venereal gash, or is it just whiplash?
Call it what you want
Just get the fukkin cash
Cash or cheque, trip or fall
You gets over a grand if
You rip off yer balls
Can I get a witness? You got
A cut or a bruise now yer talking business
Oh son put yer face in the fire
If you loose both eyes then
The price goes higher
I went to the doctors cos I
Felt funny, now claims direct
They're giving me money
Pick up the phone, the number is free
Remember kids no win no fee!

Ring now, no win no fee
Its gotta be true cos it's on the TV
Ring now, it's money for free
Its gotta be true cos it's on the TV

The bad boy limp is tellin'
You know what type of shit I'm selling
I walks funny and I gets respect
My limps paid for by claims direct
Cut off two toes and got gangrene
Now I walks with a gangster lean
I did it in work, no win no fee
I got four grand and shpmobilityyyy

Shopmobility shop shopmoblilty
Shopmobility shop shopmoblilty
Shopmobility shop shopmoblilty
Shopmobility shop shopmoblilty

Ring now, no win no fee
Its gotta be true cos it's on the TV
Ring now, it's money for free
Its gotta be true cos it's on the TV

I wears a stone in the sole of my shoe
It makes me walk proper when
Im hanging with my crew
What do I mean? I'll try to explain
Being fukkin razz means you
Gotta take some pain
Like I said, I wears a stone
Other techniques have been used
That are known
I used a marble, it made me walk funny
Like Jeremy Beadle's hand giving me money
For a prize that I won on a show
For having a bad boy limp and smoking blow
Put on your trainer, feel the Hi Tec glow
Insert a two inch nail into the foot below

The bad boy, the bad boy limp
A little bit of gravel makes
You walk like a pimp
The bad boy, the bad boy limp
The harder you look the more
You walks like a gimp

Ring now, no win no fee
Its gotta be true cos it's on the TV
Ring now, it's money for free
Its gotta be true cos it's on the TV

Yer bird checks me when yer havin a drink
I got ten fags and a bad boy limp
If you wanna start, clart, give it a go
S'like Heather Mills giving McCartney a
(blank) not working now cos im on the sick
My bad boy limp sorts the benefit's
I lurch round town with my mates
At an angle, Leisurewear, bling-bling
Fukkin jingle jangle
You knows im safe, so check my stance
Walking around Argos like I shat my pants

Ah, tick-tock we don't stop
I limp like a leper when I go down the shop
A Ginsters pasty, a can of panda pop
Then it's off down the council
Cos my benefit's stopped
Injury- it's the name of the game
Fuckin up yer body for
The Goldie Lookin Chain
One toe is six weeks, one leg is
A year, do a Vincent Van Gogh
Get more money for beer

Ring now, no win no fee
Its gotta be true cos it's on the TV
Ring now, it's money for free
Its gotta be true cos it's on the TV

Forget the bones that your breaking
Think about the cash your making
Forget the bones that your breaking
Think about the cash your making
Forget the bones that your breaking
Think about the cash your making
Forget about the bones your breaking
Think about the cash your making