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Panic Attack

Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger
Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer
Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger
Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer
Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger
Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer
Step into the mix its the most dangerous headbanger
Run into the kip and fucking swing a sledgehammer
One step, two step with the gang, ah-ah-ah
Gonna leave this kip with a bang, so get the fuck
Everyone knows what I’m on, where I’m from, how I am
If you don’t know then you should’ve asked
Gonna leave this kip in the two by two, way lows on the mic
Bear with me
Every time I drink it does end up like an episode of Fair City
Big fat keys, big fat hole on ye
Big lad like ye, big strong lad
Get down, get down
Do the slut drop then pick it up
Dublin repping, Calvin Klein’s baby, mix it up
Pour out the top stuff, Ciroc
Cocktail mix of drugs
We’re gonna leave this kip with a bang
We’re gonna gram it up onion haze, smoke that take a panic attack
Z-listers full of Class A’s put a stallion down on its back
You wouldn’t be into it
Nah kid, nah
You wouldn’t be into it
I done checked out of the looney bin
My neighbours they all know
Psychoactive Schizophrenic, paranoia said to explode
I lost my marbles
The sound of people talking gets me startled
Filled up on medication, recreationals and gargles
I’m full of two whacks, I’m sat here fucked
I’m stuck to the couch like blu-tac
Asking me to choose between coke or E’s is like asking Biggie or 2Pac
I don’t know, I love both
I do a fat line and a blue ghost
My face is drooping to the left side like I’m after having two strokes
I’m gonna stamp LDS, leave that take a panic attack
In the nip I’m climbing up trees
No doctors are bringing me back
You wouldn’t be into it, ha, you wouldn’t be into it
Oi, oi, oi, step in the rave
No I’m not like anyone else
I’m an egomaniac tryna suck my own dick since I was like 12
If you’ve never tried it you’re a liar
I’m flying higher than the spire
I’m burning out a fat cone
I’m like a big betsy tyre in a fire
Get down, get down
Do the slut drop then pick it up
Dublin repping, Calvin Klein’s baby, mix it up
Pour out the top stuff, Ciroc
Cocktail mix of drugs
We’re gonna leave this kip with a bang
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I get what I want, I steal it
I get what I want, I steal it
Can you feel it?