S.W.A. ( Scummers with attitude ) A lyrical masterpeice by Scott Evans.

To the tune of "Straight outta Compton"

"You are now about to witness the strength of Scum knowledge"
Verse One: Roy Keane

"Straight outta Trafford, crazy motherfucker named Roy Keane
and I'm the captain of - the - team.
When I'm sent off, I get mugged off Make a tackle, and bodies are hauled
off
You too, Alfie, if ya fuck with me
The F.A. are gonna hafta come and get me Kiss my ass,
that's how I'm goin out For the scum supporting fuckers that's showin out
Players start to mumble, they wanna rumble I stamp em and punch em and
watch em crumble
Goin off on muthafuckers like that with a boot that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up fools Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a foul move
Here's a fact that may seem likely aint nuthin but a irish pi-key
My fuckin boots are the tool Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe,
no maybe I'm kickin playaz out tha box, daily yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly that I'm down with the Theatre of
dreams
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm at your ground, you better duck Coz Roy Keane is crazy as fuck
and now I'm banned cos' I gotta red card but when I come back, boy, I'm
comin straight outta Trafford"
Chorus:
[ Old Trafford, Old Trafford]

[Rio] "Yo Fergie"

[Fergiescum] "Whassup?"

[Rio] "Tell em where you from!"

"Straight outta Trafford, another fuckin' wanka

With the playaz I sign, my rep gets bigga

I'm a sad motherfucker and you know this

But the pussy ass pundits don't show this

But I don't give a fuck, I'ma gonna make my team

and pile 'em like shite in the theatre of dreams

Just like Blanc, another fuckin' loser

I really don't know how I choose 'em

Sign a motherfucker in a minute

I finda really shit player, and go and get him

So if you're at a game sat in the front row - call me yo bitch or a
dirty-ass ho

I'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to

Cos' I'm a cunt and that's what I do

I'm a sad fucking Jock from up north

My Attitudes legit cause I am fuck-ing shit

Managing my club is becoming sucha bitch

So many dumb muthafuckers on the pitch

when I sign a new player it's a wrench

as they spend all the season on the bench

My team is shite and that's law

God knows why aint been shown tha door

See, coz I'm a motherfuckin ass - wipe

The definition is clear, I'm to-tally full o shite

Playing mind games without a clue

With - out becks, I wouldn't know what - to - do

Look, you might take this as a tip

but a twat like me is on a power trip

Straight outta Trafford... "

Chorus:

[Old Trafford, Old Trafford]

[ Veron] "Rio is his name and the boy is comin... "

Verse Three: Rio

"...straight outta Trafford
is a brotha that'll sell his own mother

and make his club say "I love ya"

Mercenary motherfucker no shit
for bigger contract I'll jump ship

See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a fuckin poundnotes and - I - run

But I'm smart, lay low, for a while
And when I see my bank account, I smile

To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin on my manager
but don't know where he's fuckin going, just moanin
at the one they call Ri - o
But here's a flash, they'll never know

I'm Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when it's payday, I'll get over the hesitation
I'll grease you up and aim for penetration

I'll screw you for all you got
Am I loyal? No not a lot!

So what about the clubs I left? Fuck them!
You think I give a damn about honour amongst men?

This is the autobiography of Rio, and if you ever meet me you better know
You'll be in the prescence of brotha whose a mutha
and a dozy fucka, straight outta Trafford"

Chorus:

[Old Trafford, Old Trafford ]

[Damn that shit was dope!]