| I think of my decisions and the way I used to be
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| I am nothing but the rhythm and some music on a beat
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| I’m a grain on this planet, I was stupid to believe
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| In the fame, in the panic, in this music that I speak
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| I’m one man, no big deal, I stop making it
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| Take a bit of time out to find out what nature is
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| Since the age of 6, everyday I take the piss
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| Shave your tits is the kind of shit I take to chicks
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| You can use your hand now to raise and hit my face with it
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| God knows I deserve at least a slap
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| You’ve heard of me, the twat, who’s being dirty with his raps
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| Flirting with a bag of drugs I’ve learned to give an actual fuck
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| And turned around the maggots in my head and left the madness stuck
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| Fuck, is this me becoming a man?
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| Nah, is just a frisbee to chuck at the fans
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| And you can sing 'till you’re blind
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| I’ll be sitting here swigging gin by the pint
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| Driving visions in your face with the word knife
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| Digging out my lyrics from my brain with a burnt spike
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| This is one thought stream plus a couple of sick quotes
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| I surf on that shit, rubber duck or a sick boat
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| A troublesome kid, but I struggle to switch old
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| I feel like I’m at my show juggling discos
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| And why’s this cunt trying to bump that sick flow?
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| 'Cause hip-hop to me is slowly melting in a pit of moan
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| I’m still sitting pissed at home, trying to leave this shit alone
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| Still figuring shit, I’m in a pickle shivering
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| Swigging gin thinking what a mystery my liver’s been
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| Straight up solid abuse, properly bruised
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| It’s way beyond a hobby and I’m sorry to prove
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| What a dirtbag, scum-sucking, piece of shit lambdagger
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| Rapping 'bout the pork salute mally like a mad wanker
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| Tit grabber, nipple twister with a massive mouth
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| Still trying to bang your little sister when your dad’s about |