Dealers
O.T. Recordings Lyrics

I am your suicide dealer, I am your life!
I am your suicide dealer, I am your life!
Fifty quid for a bag man?
I am you life
Winner takes all!
Do it man, you're dead!

Never smile at a crocodile, no you can't get friendly with a crocodile
Don't be taken in by his welcoming grin
He's imagining what you look like, in his in!
Two-thousand pounds, per inch of flesh
The underworlds, reptile king...
I have your eyes, reptile king
And I know your wicked ways, reptile king
Five ton carniverous beast
Driven by predator instinct