Sitting sipping her cappacino, nibbling her haggis pie,
The Doon hammer hoe sits to analyse the scum and play spy,
Her hair knotted in a birds nest, Kohl eyeliner that's seen better days,
A skirt and scant's that stick up her arse, shoulderless top trying to fit the 2019 craze,
Listening to West Sound, but her heart still wae the QFX freedom zone,
Old school lies her morals, Ecstacy and speed ravishes every bit of her bone,
She'll moan bout the smack heads and how they robbed her of her giro,
She'll do exact same thing in a fortnight sign her giro over wae a biro,
Don't ever grass your own, share your money and drugs, party hard,
in the 90's she stuck that many highers in herself she has the mind of a retard,
Bad perm turned to frizz, morals from another time,
She'll take an 'E' a bomb of madcap then milk it down wae a line of amphetamine,
Rare are these hoe's from the 90's never doubt there word,
Do not think she'll break her promises or call her absurb,
Old school till the end , you could learn a thing or two fae this doon hammer hoe,
Higher she'll dance till her next big low.
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