[Verse 1] In comes dat poshboy spy, Wiv slicky hair an’ golden tie. Talks real smooth, thinkz he smart, But can’t even krump right from da start! [Verse 2] He sneaks ‘round like sum sneaky git, Wif gadgets dat go beep an’ spit. He got da luck, not da brawn, Wouldn’t last one day in Gork’s dawn! [Pre-Chorus] He don’t fite fair, he finks he’s cool, But real Boyz know — he’z just a fool! [Chorus] Oi! Dat Bond git, full o’ lies, Can’t take a chop, can’t meet da eyes! Drinks his drink, snogs a lass – But wiv us Boyz, he wouldn't last! [Verse 3] He dives ‘n dodges, real flash lad, But one real slugga? He’d be dead, not rad! Talks ‘bout “license”, but where’s da bash? No scars, no teef, no proper smash! [Bridge] Wez seen war, seen da grime, Dat spy git’s just wastin’ time! Hez got toys – we got pow’r, We’d krump ‘im flat in half an hour! [Pre-Chorus] He wears a suit – we wear da blood, He drinks wine – we drink da mud! [Chorus] Oi! Dat Bond git, he’z all flair, Wouldn’t last one week out dere! Looks all clean, acts so grand – But in da pit, he’d eat da sand! [Verse 4] He sayz: “Shaken, not stirred”, all smug, But we’z like: “Stab it, burn it, chug da glug!” He’z got style, sure, real neat… Too bad style don’t save yer meat! [Pre-Chorus] Da Boyz don’t care ‘bout secret names, We’z too busy winnin’ games! [Chorus] Oi! Dat Bond git? He’z a joke! Couldn’t krump if da git was woke! Wears a tux – we wear scars, He ain't hard — he just drinks in bars! DA NAME’S BOND? HAH – ALREADY KRUMPED! WAAAGH!!!
