LS6 2 violence crew, woodhouse not Hyde Park, you won’t find the cool kids here, stay home after dark. Dismembered bodies in the wood, on the Ridge it’s no good. No one takes the fucking bins, back streets full of shit and tins, kids throw fireworks in the hood, streets awash with student's blood. Jacktar's shop, stinks of dog, but the booze is cheap. Scabby mongrels start to bark, scally bastards on the park, walking by you'll hear the blast, TAG and Warboys playing fast. If you come you won't go back, cunts will stab you in the back. In the fucking back.