My name's Stuff Glory innit' like
I've just pulled up on my Motorbike
I'm a rapper, a model, a glory supporter
And I only drink carbonated water
I wear a Barcelona top made from cotton
And a pair of odd socks and tracksuit bottoms
I wash my clothes once a week
Twice is my highest streak
One day I might make it big
Oh and by the way my hair's totally not a wig
I wonder where i'll get to in my future
My girlfriend travels round on a mobility scooter
I once got trapped in a parking lot
With Cilit Bang's Barry Scott
Trash can, trash can, full of dirt
Go near them, you might get hurt
I'm from Bradford, can't you tell
Apparently my hair's good looking, well
I'm actually good mates with that Dynamo chap
But then he says that I can't rap
On Saturdays, I get my tea from Maccy D's
Oh and you'd never guess what, i've forgot my keys
When I were a kid, I used to rap in front of my friend Sid
Woah listen to the music
My next door neighbour thinks i'm a bit thick
I might be sober and I might not smoke but boy, I love a can of coke
I'm hard can't you see
Cause' I didn't cry when I got stung by a bumble bee
I've parked on double yellow lines without being caught
Remember Barcelona's who I support