Lyrics Slightly Unhinged - Verb T, Illinformed

Slightly Unhinged

Slightly unhinged, might have run thin with my patience
I might have plunged in to the basin
I might have sung hymns and replaced them with bad words
Maybe a false prophet, crazy with bad nerves
Maybe a failed rapper, maybe a legend
Maybe on the up or maybe caught up in the dirt and
Possibly a stoner, probably a loner
Oh you think you’re slick?
How much property you own, bruv?
I own none, but still I write my own stuff
Who just farted in this mic booth?
C’mon, own up (uh, sorry, man)
Acted less grown up ever since I grown up
Hate has got a blank face, dicks, but with no nuts
Random phrase, random images, nonsense
Putting in time on top of time like Bronson
A pharaoh like Monch is, he’s monstrous, I’m unconscious
On the floor, better hand it over to our sponsors
If you got money and a good type of job
Come and buy these clothes that make you look like a nob («ooh.»)
Buy this perfume, it will make you fucking stink
Buy this TV that controls the way you think («wow.»)
Then buy this Verb T album, it is fucking great («okay.»)
Illinformed on the beats in this fucking place («cool.»)
Enjoy your some weed, beer, or just some food («yeah.»)
When you’re home chilling or if you got shit to do
Just buy it
Kid: Hey Mom, can I buy the Verb T album?
Mom: No
Kid: Aw, why not?
Mom: ‘Cause he’s a fucking wanker
Kid: But Illinformed made all the beats
Mom: I don’t care.
He’s a wanker, too.
Verb T and Illinformed are both wankers
Kid: Fuck you, Mom
Mom: What did you just say?
Kid: Ow, Mom, you just fucking shot me