Using the following, I'm going to show you:



A) How to con someone using their own greed,

B) That you won't feel bad 'cos they're trying to con you anyway, and 

C) TAKING THEIR MONEY!



As I have come to realise, running the beats is just getting people's confidence.



This scam only works 'cos that man thinks he's working this scam

And that you man off his mark

Get your mate, let's call your mate Piers

No, not Piers, let's call him Farquhar

Anyway get Farquhar to crawl into a bar with his dog

Like I said, the barman will try and con you later

but you're gonna take all his money.

Anyway, get Farquhar to pass into a local bar

And call to the bar to look after a dog for a dart

Just for 20 quid for a while, claiming that he hated it

But it was worth more than his car

This, by the way, requires that you find and supply Farquhar

With an animal, and a life, from your local park.  

Get a nice dog that doesn't bark

But not so nice that someone might miss this mutt from the park



Anyway, using this technique you're gonna take all this man's money

But you're not gonna care, cos he's gonna fucking deserve it





You'll never con an Honest John 

An Honest John you can't drag down (Exactly!)

Con-do-lee get conned

When they think they're the cunning one (It's all one big con)

Neighbour you won't con

An Honest John



Now listen, get Farquhar to dart out the bar

And just shop for some garm's, maybe

Just to pass an hour or so

I would go shopping cos' I gave up drinking 

But whatever, just have Farquhar down the road

Now you walk in the bar, walk up to the barman

Order a jar, when you've caught him slouched on his own

Start eyeing the dog that he's minding by his side

Currently vibe him and start on about the dog you own.

Start asking the barman, if it's his fine specimen of a dog

Nod, smile, agree, look interested and cool

When he tells you it's someone else's you've just left previous

Tell him, 'This is a very rare breed of animal.'

Last time I lied my manager swiped me

But lie, and tell him it's like a fucking Red-Eared Hunting Spaniel.

Tell him it's worth 600 quid and you would pay handsomely if you were to accept finance at all





You'll never con an Honest John (Sometimes...)

An Honest John you can't drag down (...Sometimes I think I should just go completely...)

Condolee get conned

When they think they're the cunning one 

Neighbour you won't con an Honest John (Keep listening though, it's important that you keep listening...)



Now take all his shopping off him

Get your mate Farquhar to pop in 

Looking straight gutted a bit later on

He should order a jar, talk at the bar

Ensure he looks calm, warm with the barman

And generally start conversating on.

Farquhar should start falling apart 

About how he's arsed up some chance

And how arsed up his day was.

Or in the event, the spread betting he's getting ready to accept

That his rent's not getting payed up.

The barmans mind will chime slowly for a while

He might wipe the bar, as his mind is making sums.

Farquhar should continue to moan about money

And that this mutt is not the greatest of his worries.

And like 'ching!', the barman will five out of six times

Kindly offer his greed to buy the dog for a price of 300 quid

And after some bartering, your barman will haggle and charge harder

In greed of the scent of the scheme in his head. (That's right, neighbour!)



You'll never con an Honest John 

An Honest John you can't drag down 

Condolee get conned

When they think they're the cunning one

(The barman, is gonna see how much he can stitch you up for.)

Neighbour you won't con an Honest John

(How does that work? Cos' everytime it's based around someone who thinks they're conning you.)



They'll never imagine the whole scenario is prepared solely for him

Why should he?

That sort of paranoia can get you in the loony bin!



As I have come to realise, running the beats is just getting people's confidence.

AND THAN TAKING THEIR MONEY!



It's all one big con.