| The lyrical guy who’s part excellence
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| I spar exodus, and visually rhyme to harm retinas
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| Used to be the pupil I’m the new school leader
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| Observing life clearly from my new two seater couch
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| I speak about my trouble and strife
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| Don’t mean the wife I mean my struggle in life
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| Trying to juggle this rap stuff, so I act up
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| And throw a tantrum during a show and start to slap fucks
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| I’ll clap ducks and pigeons
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| And put my hands up, screaming out 'Scrub Life'
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| While I stick your fans up
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| I’m Wayne Wonda, here’s my name and number
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| And tell your girl to give me a call
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| When they be under any type of stress
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| My life’s a mess, check the notebook
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| My rhyme’s a blessed
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| So all I need to do now is fly the nest
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| I’m not an exam, so I wouldn’t try to test
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| Cos fucking with me is plain dumb like cyber-sex
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| I’m an original copy I’m probably wearing
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| The whole crowd’s looking at me
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| They’re probably staring at this talented asthmatic
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| Yo, who raps static
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| So when you put the needle to groove the wax panics
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| He’s spitting out his orifice
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| I’m spitting wonder out the pop-shield
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| Never compromise the style for us to drop steel
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| child is ripping
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| That’s my shit done, so who’s next to start spitting?
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| My shit’s highly manouevred, the mans a fantastic fool
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| While you’re babbling uncontrollably like a man with a spastic jaw
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| I’ve met scarier kids than freddie, masks and plastic claws
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| If I told your arse already what the fuck you asking for?
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| I’ll rape, bugger and pillage the whole of your mum’s village
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| I’m not gunna stop fucking til the lot of my cum’s finished
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| Diminishing most ogres with the simple bat of an eye
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| Your flows are all sticky like faggots black tie
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| The free flow form man I fry faggots like fish
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| I’ll psychically these fuckers and feed them frozen piss
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| I’m holding the mic close cause flowing’s my only wish
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| and blows from the golden fist
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| I’d rather shift shapes than lift weights and
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| And the reason your gal’s late is cause she’s fucking your best mate
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| I’m hating your state of being to the core of your existence
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| Another quirky rapper putting up a poor resistance |