| Another cretinous one
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| Who’s forever in debt cos he spends his fund on getting drunk
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| On apple and rum and 7 up
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| Then the other type of lemon crush zesty puff
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| Could forever explain how I’m best at joining letters together
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| Down and letting the ink spread around
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| It’s dark comedy when your beheading a clown
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| Pretending the pen is a weapon I found
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| Under the ledge of a hedge on the ground
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| Whilst sitting down figuring out what this life is about
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| I’m quick to bring diction out
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| Like my tongue slips from my mouth
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| Running in the house
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| Slippers without
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| So when I slid down only I could be blamed for incidents that where committed
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| around
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| So if your wrong take it on the chin and stop copying
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| (Jack Jetson)
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| Fuck critically acclaimed
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| I’m clinically insane
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| Mine field
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| Picking at the lyrics in my brain
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| You want to go against me man
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| Your pissing in the rain
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| Just a drop in the ocean
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| I’m a spinning hurricane
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| Quickly twisting up your frame
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| Hard hitting like a needle filling up your vein
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| After sniffing tonnes of cain
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| I’m ripping up the game like a ticket for the train
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| When I say I’m tripping out I don’t mean sitting on a plane
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| Going to India or Spain
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| I mean I’m out my face
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| I’ll travel on a fucking submarine to outer space
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| And I’ll be cleaning out your place
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| Jacking everything you own
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| Cracking every single dome
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| Till it shatters into splintered bone
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| I’m rinsing homes for the fridge and phone
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| Skimming stones
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| Across the river jack strange son
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| John the ripper
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| Opposite of all this poppy shit
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| A proper spitter
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| Dropping litter
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| It’s a wrap like a donner pitta
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| (Eric the Red)
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| Can’t get me to do shit if I’m high at home
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| I’m likely to flip out if I’m not feeling stoned
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| Me and Piff are sick of MCs with monotone
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| Accents when you talk like a 600 chrome
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| I’ll punch you out
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| Cos my temperament is rocky
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| Repeat myself again just like a carbon copy
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| It seems dodgy like a knock off Swatch
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| But I’m spectator I’m a chill back and watch
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| The madness unraveling
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| I’m hunched over coched
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| Here to fuck up shit like a job that’s been botched
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| Weighing you down just like a breeze block
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| Your pitiful attempts I sit back and mock
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| Can’t make a move cos I’ve been black listed
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| The was a point there but I think I might have missed it
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| That’s wishful thinking blood
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| Now I wouldn’t risk it
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| I’m still hungry for the food chewing on a brisket
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| (Smellington Piff)
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| Funkadelic tripping off the psilocybin
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| Walking through the walks as my fickle mind divides them
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| Obstacles combusting like a stick of dynamites inside em
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| Trying to move the water like Poseidon
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| Enough bass to cause an earthquake or shake an island
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| Moving like a migrant
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| Thumping like a migraine
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| Sparking up a blunt as I’m tearing down the highway
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| Nothing there in my way can really fuck up my day
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| I’m living like its Friday and I’m never hitting Monday
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| Swigging Bombay Sapphire
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| Chucking twigs on the bonfire
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| Fuck anyone that wants to conspire
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| Once you turn liar
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| Situations turn dire
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| We burn kaya till our eyes run red
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| Fuck what the feds said
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| Your best to just drop dead like Fred did
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| The skinny fat fucker on a mixed grill diet
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| The music’s a revolution
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| Riot
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| (Leaf Dog)
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| Make the pussy strip like Catwoman in a comic
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| Always say that they’re coming like a burnt out comet
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| A new addition badly spelt with a raw topic
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| Seeing more leaves than a scenery that’s all tropic
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| Get your tales ringed like sonic
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| It’s possible and take advice from a stoned out oracle
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| Think logical and act like my brains missing
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| Ghost writtens will appear like an apparition
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| Said to run the tracks like an athletes position
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| Expose secrets after the mission
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| Zuggy bag going missing
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| My whole teams spitting
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| Bring it back to life like the dead’s risen
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| Tripping like I’m walking on live wires
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| Reminiscing every time I smell burnt tyres
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| They ain’t around like old pot suppliers
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| And ain’t convincing like forgetful liars
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| (BVA)
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| R.L Dedicated
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| Fuck rap just defecated
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| Always premeditated
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| Thoughts that levitated
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| I never hesitated
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| Rap cos why not
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| Freestyle like a right cock
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| Fuck 10 bags I buy crops
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| Relaxed sat with a fat one stroking the cat
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| Vocals attack like a crazy ex waving a bat
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| Laziest twat that spends his time grazing the mat
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| Fuck the track and now I’m dating her and making her fat
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| Call me what you want
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| You can bet I ain’t listening
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| Spitting raps since this buckies christening
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| Missioning for weed like we’re digging for diamonds that are glistening
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| Rather be underrated than a puppet with a fist in him
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| My posse make your favourite rapper need the potty
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| Flip the topic like a girl that wants it in botty
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| Pastey skin from the years worshipping the shotty
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| Mary Jane the only lady that has got me |