Make room for the milk man! Check the van, focking BAM! Crackin' bottles, wreckin' fans, across the land- Fockin' Tesco milk won't please ya wife Like the focking milk man can!! (priorities, mate) Got a clue, mate? Drivin' to your flat With gallons of white juice in my crate You testin' fate if I spot that store-bought cack at yer gate? I'll go boom boom Pap-pap-pap-pap Shakashakashaka As I snap some chaps with a burlap sack and crack and snap your back as I pour hot tap water in your lap Tesco! Make your move! Beat us on prices? Bruv, check the attitude Milk man cometh Milk man slays Come over this way And it's clobberin' day Make room for the milk man! Check the van, focking BAM! Crackin' bottles, wreckin' fans, across the land- Fockin' Tesco milk won't please ya wife Like the focking milk man can!! (priorities, mate) Boom boom Cheeky focker ain't ya!? Come and 'ave a go innit? Euphimism? (fuck off!) We ain't mincin' words, little nerds, Ya boi an early bird, murderin' competition Own volition, check the diction, neck n neck making numbers, making bank like a facking statistician I see ya sneakin' about, ya cheeky nonce Can't avoid me, don't destroy me Don't be daft, check the craft, Tesco ain't got shite on the one man band If I see ya go there again, I'll mail ya off to Poundland! (you a bit thick in the head?) (Shoulda gone to the milk man instead) Make room for the milk man! Check the van, focking BAM! Crackin' bottles, wreckin' fans, across the land- Fockin' Tesco milk won't please ya wife Like the focking milk man can!! (priorities, mate) All you billionaires should leg it, understand it? I'm a lactose, glukose, skimmed trimmed blood boiled bandit! So to all you Tesco bosses, count your losses, cuz the milkman's claiming all the neighbourhood tossers, don't be bonkers, tat-tat to you mushy eyed pea brained monsters, rat-tat to you scat faced plonkers, you're all rats on my map, suck my scat from my rectum, i'mma make you pointless, Richard Osman, i'll be creamin in your SUV, the only milk you Tesco cunts will ever get from me! This pissed yorkshire pudding is putting an end to your family tree. (Crackin'!) Make room for the milk man! Check the van, focking BAM! Crackin' bottles, wreckin' fans, across the land- Fockin' Tesco milk won't please ya wife Like the focking milk man can!! (suck my dick, mate) A fiver for a bottle of milk!? (Are you fockin' mental!?) Crack on then, give the ol' rivalry a one-two And wait and see what this chav can fucking do!