[Intro: Louvin Brothers]
I met a little girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening, out in her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down

[Verse 1: Plan B]
That's some fucked up shit
That shit's fucked up
Oh my days!

Yo, ever seen a fat girl drop?
Only when one sucked my cock
See people say I'm sick, but what?
Like the rest of the world, is it not
Sick like a fat girl getting knocked
Over the head with a stick or a rock
Till she got blood clot
In the brain from the knocks
Screaming at her boyfriend, begging him to stop, stop stop?
Are you shocked, nah really
Does it shock you to hear that this shit goes on?
Or is it that you think it's alright
If you see it happen in a film
But not when it's in a song
Are you wrong in the head, you pleb?
What's the difference?
Films for the blind, you don't watch you listen
So listen
Are you ready, yo? Here we go
Louvin Brothers wrote their song years ago
On an 'O Brother Where Art Thou' tip
It's called a murder ballad, find out about it
Knoxville Girl, what you heard on the intro
Lyrics to make you pricks go mental
[Chorus]
Ah, nah, what's wrong?
Calm down it's only a song
What you crying for you mong?
Ah, this shit's just getting long
A'ight man, what's going on?
What you mean it's all gone Pete Tong?
You've been speaking to Radio 1
Yeah, and? What! They're banning my song?

[Verse 2: Plan B]
Jesus Christ!
What's the problem with people these days?
How much would it cost them to use their ears and really listen to what the songs are about?
The kids on the street, they understand them
So why can't the rest of them figure it out?
Not as intelligent as they make out
Like Dave from Leicester who was running his mouth
Talking about stereotypes
When he's the one who assumed I was black, when I'm not yo, I'm white
C'mon dickhead (dickhead)
Get it right
Before you go round and start picking fights
Like who was that bird on Kiss?
The one that made me laugh
When she reviewed Kidulthood and started talking out of her arse
Something like, "Yeah great film, great cast
Great first time effort by Noel Clarke
As for the soundtrack that's great to apart
From that Plan B he's just too dark."
What the fuck you on about bitch?
Saying you're offended by my song 'Kidz'
I just done what Noel Clarke did:
Talked about life where I live, you dick
[Chorus]
Ah, nah, what's wrong?
Calm down it's only a song
What you crying for you mong?
Ah, this shit's just getting long
A'ight man, what's going on?
What you mean it's all gone Pete Tong?
You've been speaking to Radio 1 yeah
And? What! They're banning my song?

Ah, nah, what's wrong?
Calm down it's only a song
What you crying for you mong?
Ah, this shit's just getting long
A'ight man, what's going on?
What you mean it's all gone Pete Tong?
You've been speaking to Radio 1 yeah
And? What! They're banning my song (to fade)


[Outro: Louvin Brothers]
She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry
"Oh Willy dear don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die"
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more
Until the ground around me within her blood did flow