| Damn, must’ve nodded off
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| Kinda drunk still, up 'till wrong o’clock
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| Cooking that prize-winning pimped-out finger food
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| Bite-sized brain gristle swimming in a witch’s brew
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| Pull the old switcharoo
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| When I swap a man’s life for a string of huge
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| Failures, loosely arranged in a little room
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| Buried in obscurity, lit by a gibbous moon
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| File that straight under wasted, it’s them lot
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| A best-of collection of dead flops
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| I’m repping for the S-dot-M-dot beastly
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| Mind got sharper, flesh got greasy
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| My eyes sunk a little and the rest got leaky
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| So I flung the spittle at your head-top, creepy
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| As ever, slumped down deep in the cellar
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| Warming up another batch free for a tenner
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| We’ve been on this dark path missioning for time
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| And I ain’t gonna lie — fam I’m doing fine
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| Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime
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| Still I’m on the grind — a man’s gotta shine
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| Even when it seems like I’m living in a mess
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| I ain’t gonna stress — bruv I’m all blessed
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| Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest
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| And none of us has slept — we still stay fresh
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| Aah, not again
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| Why you trying to climb that rotten stem
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| The winds up here tear skin from forgotten men
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| Washed from the memories of time, there’s a lot of them
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| But it takes a bigger man to fool me
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| Than some blagger bragging 'bout his Christmas cracker jewellery
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| React cruelly, file it under F for Fraud
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| If less is more I’m more or less the richest bredder ever born
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| And you can smell the lack of currency
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| Wafting round my lair man, it’s customary
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| To nod that skull of yours and question your life
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| When we drop that ton of raw flesh from a height
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| Never seen, by man nor beast
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| Nor robotic-suit villain, nor slack-jawed freak
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| Like me, and if you take nothing from the bar
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| Just remember that I’m fine, star… you see it’s like
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| We’ve been on this dark path missioning for time
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| And I ain’t gonna lie — fam I’m doing fine
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| Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime
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| Still I’m on the grind — a man’s gotta shine
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| Even when it seems like I’m living in a mess
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| I ain’t gonna stress — bruv I’m all blessed
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| Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest
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| And none of us has slept — we still stay fresh
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| Roll up stressy and bun skunk
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| Walk bow-legged and punch-drunk
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| Pour both kegs with drunk monks
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| Broke both legs, a hump slumped up in the dumps
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| Trunk sucked on my spunk drunk
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| Shrinks shrank when my sixth sense stunt stumped
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| Some sick blench chumps front me for unc’s lunch
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| Bugs Bunny funds front, get your fronts crunched
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| Jump get your bunch munched up by the munch bunch
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| See them camel toe’d yatties get their bumps humped
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| Jumped up fucking all night till her hump shrunk
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| She said 'it's all about the honesty with some front'
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| Me like a dumb lump, told her that her cunt stunk
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| She hit me with her skunk blunt
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| Had to jump trunks mid-night going bump-bump
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| Heffer got a rump funk, left her with her tongue drunk
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| Trying to say goodbye, mechanism’s going clunk-clunk
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| We’ve been on this dark path missioning for time
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| And I ain’t gonna lie — fam I’m doing fine
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| Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime
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| Still I’m on the grind — a man’s gotta shine
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| Even when it seems like I’m living in a mess
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| I ain’t gonna stress — bruv I’m all blessed
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| Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest
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| And none of us has slept — we still stay fresh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fine , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album The Gruesome Features, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп