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This song is by Dizzee Rascal and appears on the album Boy In Da Corner (2003).

(Squeaky voices)
You really don't have to do this,
Why do people jus ask for things when they don't really want it
They should jus shut up

Uh uh uh uh (whaaat) uh uh (I'm your fitness instructor) uh uh uh uh
(I jus wanna make my money, you make yours) uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
(It's time for some exercise) uh uh uh (what) uh uh uh uh
(Make money or shut up) uh uh uh uh uh

Yo, I don't promote no violence but if that boy gets arrogant I'll
Leave that boy in the basement so,
Done with the bat dnt talk jus walk
I'm not a female beater but if that girl gets facety I'll
Slap that girl all hasty 'cause she might be buff but she's not ruff
I can't believe I'm hearing that boy thinks I'm not dangerous
Let me draw his girlfriend home cut no slack she'll never go back
Marriage, love, wife please!
All that talk is stupid plus I don't believe in cupid 'cause
Sometimes most times everyone 2 times

Who do they think they are
U push me too far
LOOK I don't care who you are
NO I'm a super, superstar
Who do they think they are
U push me too far
LOOK I don't care who you are

Yo, yo I don't obey no policemen 'cause they forget they're human uh
Get excited quickly but, he ain't got a gun I'll kick him and run (tell him)
Don't talk to me about royalty 'cause queen elizabeth don't know me so
How can she control me when I live street and she lives neat
I love raising concerts but there's jus too much violence uh
I can't stand no long ting so
Book me, watch me, hear me, pay me
I've been far too friendly now
Everybody wants a favour but I'm not no one's saviour 'cause
Where was you when I was blue?!

Yo, talk in the mike I'll talk neat
Talk to your wife I'll talk sweet
Talkin' tough I'll talk wid my feet
Rascals raw like red meat
Talk act talk rough
Talk sexy talk buff
Certain girls talk rough
Talk anything, anywhere, any stuff
Yeah we got style, we'll get gash
Yeah we got style, we'll make cash
Certain man talk trash
Act funny act flash
Bring your bora, bring your mash
Get banged, get bashed
We don't care who they are, where they are
If they wanna bring the beef we ain't far

I was hot steppin in my nike air sneaker
You didn't know I was an MC beater, defeater
Giving the MC a sleeper
I'm in to win fairly I'm not a cheater
I'm starving, hungry ready to eat her
Your drinks sweet but my drinks sweeter though
I'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker bro
I came straight from the gutter lay low
I'm a ninja turtle you can't step into my circle
In a sound clash I will hurt you
Paper that's what I'm lookin' for
Anyone wanna make paper they got they're face on the floor and choong
That's what a want
I wanna choong ting a double bed fling with a choong ting
Wiley, rascal that's the bum ting
Gyal wanna bang on my endz
No long ting!

Shut up no one can't say nothing ever
I'm your fitness instructor

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