Yo
Word up, brothers and sisters of Rome
Got a message from your old mucker Saint Jerome
I'm saying Rome’s been Christian since the fourth century
Taking a bath, that's just so BC
Look at me and my posse of Roman bellas
This is Leah, this is Paula, and this is Marcella
When I met 'em they was real proper Roman WAGs
Now they stink to high heaven and they’re wearing rags

It don't matter if your body
Smells like something obscene
If the outside is dirty
Then the inside is clean

(That's grime) It ain't no crime
(Grime) We're doing fine
(That's grime) It ain't no crime
We're doing fine in our own grime

I’m a man and a monk and I’m mad as a monkey
I don't care if folk’ll swear I smell a little bit funky
All the guys who are gagging out they won't be laughing
When they don't get into heaven for too much bath-ing
Look, them pagans all smell lovely, there ain't no denying
And I guess not washing does increase your danger of dying
They’ve got saunas and steam rooms, they're healthy and strong
But we've got something better, bro, and that's our pong
(Grime) It ain't no crime
(Grime) We're doing fine
(That's grime) It ain't no crime
We're doing fine in our own grime