Suicide Dealer (Crocodile)

I am your suicide dealer, I am your life! I am your suicide dealer, I am your life! Fifty quid for a bag man? I am you life Winner takes all! Do it man, you're dead! Never smile at a crocodile, no you can't get friendly with a crocodile Don't be taken in by his welcoming grin He's imagining what you look like, in his in! Two-thousand pounds, per inch of flesh The underworlds, reptile king... I have your eyes, reptile king And I know your wicked ways, reptile king Five ton carniverous beast Driven by predator instinct