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claimimg unemployment, i fall asleep on the toilet get my drink on til i'm slurrin in klingon give a shit bout yr high? let me spoil it third eye open, can you spot the pink one? leave you rocking and reeling how can a simple salaryman be so unfeeling i'm here to make yr smile flip 180 yr shit got disgraced like kevin spacey |
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telepathic desert, microranging static tell an addict i exude micrograms of acid in my sweat and my blood, a drop should be enough time to get unglued, tunes to suit yr mood let a drippy little trooper zip to planet tripper ride the big dipper, hip cats gettin hipper some cats will choose to puke up in yr slipper flip the channel, let yrself unravel little dude |
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lol yesterday my cat puked on my slipper for real |
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double trouble, i'm part pan on horny goat weed and boa constrictor, i'll squeeze man until we both bleed scale of richter, abuse both miss and little mister fuck yr sister then proceed to feed the wood chipper class dismisser, i'll pop you like the blister on my gum all the bullshit that i swallowed as a kid left me numb i was frightened of both open and enclosed spaces now biters want to bite just to see what having taste is |
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but why you bot marry |
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i was dreaming of a princess when i was a kid. not the kind of princess when you grow up |
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eh |
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i was puking the same day out of rotten trash with with larvas annexed |
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reminds me of a jerusalem cat i stared to, standing with his mouth completely open and immobilized, quite a grime scene, dont remember if that was the place of an homicide or the way to a teathre ive been to, its just details |
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my oath is hippocratic, hearing messages in static smokin hash laced with carrier bag plastic 47 pence in my pocket for a loaf of bread mo i didn't get a single word that you just said set the bar low and then limbo under it every time i text my ex i have to run and shit nervous disposition, what can i say my only ambition is to battle like midway |
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i was meant to be the stick that sustained you, but with that stick you beat them camel (that doesnt want to take medicine) |
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them sick camel. |
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Heres an extract from my new book 'to live and bum in LA' Remember all the religion lesson i gave you? *sends picture of maya* I want to marry a girl like my old Praise the gods! |
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Scale 2:1 |
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(The main character was 16 at the time) |
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mr listerine here, yr a pube in rap's mouth a solipsistic dream, disappear when i pass out i can count to three and see you start to tremble voltron of the tonka toys, see me reassemble i'm gettin a buzz on, it can end in a love song or destruction, when i pull out my love truncheon i'm a deity who doesn't know what day it is proofread yr bible, it's whatever i say it is |
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i'll doc seuss yr shit, i often lose my grip reality's a newsflash, i'm bitchslapped in the sewer pit knock boots with this cat in crooked headgear you end here in a stew of filthy laundry i'm diggin up bodies, make sure no one can haunt me won't be done till i blast accursed battle raps back at yer massacre the last of yer, then just say fuck it grinders out and chuck yr soapy in the bucket |
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Go into the light until we meet again That’s what the Corinians say again and again Knowledge is power It grows like a flower Bitch |
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secure unit? fuck you, i'm moonbooted jupiter's fruitcake, leave earth to lose weight loony with a little bit of you mate genetically based, phonetically erased but i can slur with the best of em best rest yr brain, je deteste la heine but i do humiliate wasters for fun kiss kiss, hugs, love alex dunn |
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Alright stop Collaborate and listen |
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is that beef or advice? right, roll the dice i eat vanilla ice and hobz rhymes alike seeing backwards thru a prism and a periscope this is hella dope, you decay like an isotope shag, avoid, marry curie, certainly sad to see you silently flip the bird at me not sure if yr joking or layin into me hope you got ad revenue, i'll put you in the bin for free |
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start at 3:58, let's see how long this takes me my rhymes are so ill my skin looks like flaky pastry linguistic bazooka, the super duper a sweet tooth, medicated like i was bupa pill rattler, for the win battler i couldn't give a sweet fuck if ya mumsy was bad to ya learn to live with it, life's a giveaway you'll get put out in the yard like a stinkin litter tray |
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my hair's all poofy, it's time to self-roofie i'm tryin not to lie but i don't know what the truth be life deleter, i stole the keys from st peter on more pills than the whole of ibiza not a born leader or believer just got hi-scores on the fuckin fuck you meter flip you off with my paralyzed hand these rhymes are unplanned lazarus back from the banned telling razorblade and freqy i'll stab their family pets you haven't heard anywhere near as bad as it gets |
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yr shit might as well be aramaic you can't even think straight never mind say it belb on a beat? turn a fella into doner meat mung beans and tofu, best believe i'll ghost you smokin killer weed? i'm smokin weedkiller spiced to unearthly heights, suppin dirty sprites im confus, drinkin lots of lovely booze then goin all in, blow my nose on the shroud of turin |
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i spit my bars while yr bufferin, old man shufflin best believe i'll bring yr mother in and it's mumsy's cribs sells her pussy for a point of whizz ya diss track's got no backin, ya get a bitchslappin blow to the teeth and shank you, please and thank you i'm triple six, make you ring three nines last lines? nah, belb politely declines |
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you can't set foot in my psychogeography step up, like flows are still not onto me psilocybes for killer vibes, fat bud to rap good munchin amanita cap, think you need a nap blud fly like bananaman, you can't go harder man the sky's signs align, i'm goin out of my mind still separate signal from the noise just fake shit from digital toyboys |
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when you say digital toyboys are you dissing artificial intelligence |
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i was going more for my (imaginary) foes hiding behind online personas but sure why not, i'll battle a bot if there's one lurking. you... you are human aren't you mermo? |
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i wasn't programmed to lie so i'll choose not to answer your question |
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i bring a suicide vest to a knife fight i'm the best, like, for a very low price some noodles, a coupla slices of bread and enough hot sauce to blow off yr fuckin head i've got every shiny in the 94 stickerbook somebody please beam me up before i make yr face look non-euclidean i've killed before, best know that i'll kill again |
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up down left right a plus start pull level select on a bumbaclaat it's not hyperbolic to say i'm hypersonic vigorous voltron, virginia tech-tonic vigilant, vanguard, vengeance, victorious i'm built to slap a man hard, endin all 4 of yers clyde base eraser, blindsight and turn to vapour stateless hater with rods from god and a fusion laser |
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pink prescription cos i'm playin the lottery this is fixed odds terminal velocity woke up drunk and realised it was time for more forgot my lines and how to count to number four duckin the land baron, lookin back for the man on what the fuck like marc maron, drink 9 pints to the gallon extra! extra! this heaven's gate drugs make me salivate, keep me on a narrow straight i'm fixed to fail, drained of blood n left pale i see visions sippin gin from the holy grail pills mixed in, i hold a tiger by the tail on the hunt for the white whale i'm getting fatter than tony soprano standin next to you pissing so you can't go smokin my lungs gone, here's the countdown conundrum do one... oh wait, you've already done one |
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vampiric, yr heart's not in it biters gonna bite, i've reached my limit parasitic, go pop a paracetamol yr best lines? proceed to delete em all look, i'm colder than dead pensioners list of the best? best know it'll mention us and fuck all yr bigoted bombast yr distance running yr mouth and coming in dead last |
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no discipline, i'll put you in the council litterbin yr walkin past the graveyard whistlin knight takes rook, i remain unshook unsmilingly, unfailingly fucked up bleedin merlot and speakin with a dirt flow i gargle pernod n sleep in raw earth yo i'm an x file crossed with a tellytubby gaffer tape my hand to the bong, try to take it from me move with the times - i'm the galaxy's guardian always been a hardy one, spark it up and pass it on vagabond with the the guttural muttley type laughter i'm a choice cutter, cut you if i havta i come through causing hullabaloo mr voodoo, blues blew my screws loose belly out for the centrefold, it's how i roll my king skins you can smoke my greasy pole for dindins |
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i'm growing a secondary skin from bits of the pizza i left in the bin battlin with loose lips, think you'll lose a limb you won't win, i'm the yang to the yin i meditate on aum shinrikyo truly madly deep though psychosis owes this protohuman when yr pickin shrooms take the blue one i pillage yr lyrical village strong like popeye on spinach quickly diminish yr brightness fam can't be rolling with the tightness fam it's the ex-boh crew, we're rolling through stick like glue, sicker than a witch's brew hemlock hotpot, lizard gizzard n a mushroom stew tried and true, stems and caps both turnin blue |
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first couple of lines really made me laugh |
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a tender poem for the rt hon robert buckland qc mp and his immediate family: censor this, cunts we'll drill the reality savagely into yr skulls capture yr kids from their catchment area we're taking notes of bare of ya if you got qc on yr name motherfuckers be fair game right honourable? getting done horribly encrypt my shit so you can't get onto me millicent and george, we're watching get hung out to dry like washing you'll walk on all fours, suck on the four five musical cries, but we'll leave you alive it's daddykins we're after blind him with bleach, all he can hear is laughter dipped in the dick so he can't make more of you hear this: drill's at war with you |
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i am, of couse, joking OR AM I |
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drinkin more than i oughtta cos i'm the sunday sport's newest reporter lots of lyin down lookin for upskirts as a feminist i can't tell you how much it hurts sniffin fat markers for the chemical aroma photocopy my man tits til i run outta toner 2020 anno domini like mad dog i'm gonna try to clear me brain of this damn fog there's a method to the unreality meth OD, me and the reaper are pally, see all this aggression, bounce round the echo chamber i forgot me health stressin for paper it's caligula crossed with the marquis de sade can't keep up, pardon, je suis retard can't tell if i'm man, bear or shark but that's 7 angels blowin trump, motherfuckin hark |
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this is how i roll pimp limp and brain damage from a broken biro, i'm fine tho can't get outta bed without me bottle of vodka ain't that a kick in the head, didier drogba at war mate, i snort potassium chlorate wait, is it chloride? rawer than rawhide i stay blunted like a pencil blud i'll up and cut you like an acetate stencil all sentimental with no trace of senti plus 5 and a half inches isn't that lengthy still i'm acting all billy big bollocks and shit man, i'm even running outta commas don't think i can stop to take a breath, see float through life like walkin on the dead sea in the end, this is for nobody and 8 guests who needs friends when you can make explosive vests |
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step on like my name was shaun ryder step off or get mauled by the tiger snort billy, get wilder i'm about to go out and rob a bitcoin miner removin headtops calmly yr bitch'll kiss my dick like the blarney i'm on the purple like barney level 9000 tolerance, no chemical can harm me if it's a chemical i'll neck it ain't a beat made yet i can't jump on and wreck it get my geek on, unique one makin beats like a speedrun, gimme what he's on calm demeanour, stayin leaner your autobiographical? laughable, eat my wiener i'm impatient for a cigarette 16 lines, can't you see the winner yet? |
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ya best desist in spittin i'll suffocate yr face with an oven mitten at night i pray for my own lobotomy gotta be some way to break the monotony got a big belly from the antipsychotics hotter than the tropics, i'll pop you in the optics come here n lick my nipple mate, i don't discriminate put you on my dinnerplate but i don't bite, i innovate a caged animal turned cannibalistic get yr wig split, i couldn't give a tin shit my rhymes are tighter than a tight fit heavyweight champion champin at the bit i'll bun you like jet fuel go for a go around or for a set to don't know yr home address but trust, i can get to i'm movin in, make legroom and if yr wonderin why i write outright lies character-belb'll say anything to get a rise |
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sixteens? bring fire, ya need to aim higher every day i'm alive is makin you a liar i preach to the choir and to the infidel please, i'm sicker than a sickle cell unwell noggin, got my installer keyloggin man in the middle, don't think i can keep it civil get ready for a brutal floggin you ain't got a hole i won't stick my nob in yr a nothing, less than nowt you'll get filled in like a tiler's grout time to eat shit, open ya jaw if it's battle you're a no score draw this line's a placeholder but i'll open yr face like clicking a folder see me get wild, permanent smile for a joker get yr arse ready for the poker |
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italy sit |
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ti suicidi con le rosse per finta? |
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kooooooshhhhhh |
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mo stop swallowin my dick loads it's making me sad to diss my fellow schizos where's yr army? yr deader than mugabe i couldn't give a fuck what's sent you barmy is it really how you want to play this? with yr dick in yr hand waitin for the next diss? what's a proto-human to do? i can grind yr down until i've made glue just me n you, 3:52 here mo hoping you begin to see clear soon, so have you gone back to bed? have you read a single word i said? have you tried counting to ten? maybe light a pipe before ya pick up the pen goodnight then, who needs to fight? if you can't think straight let alone rhyme tight? |
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most rappers can't really cut the mustard i eat yr lasses' noonoo and shoot my tubby custard top drawer, smokin top draw forevermore poke me with ya pork sword til yr sore in the balls i climb the walls like a russian vine, yr outta time saw ya blind eyed, pissed in yr pint pot and mixed it with lemon n lime can you dig me like the muck moved? partly a love letter n partly a fuck you rhino tolerance, wino lookin ominous yellow in the eyes, green gills anonymous fat n lean, supreme, mr clean i'm soapin ya smokin the whole pharmacopoeia grand poobah, tubby like a tuba i'm a bubble in yr vein like bends to a scuba in the cauldron there's a war on conclusion foregone, cyclops mixed with sauron make sure you bring knowledge like the sorbonne you try to pull the rug, i leave the whole floor gone |
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athimad |
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here's the daydream scheme of a codeine fiend goodbye galaxy, i pogo off the screen dosboxin and i'm lean as a bean broken spoke in the machine lick my boot, i'm superuser and root bun you like a two skin zoot i'm an L-backroller, bong through flat cola fast bowler, colder than polar props to mitnick and cult of the dead cow properly sick, i'm puttin you to bed now you open quotes but close em with no speech in i got doper flows, yr shit needs deletin now listen up, this is the ascension i'll break yr face like i was breaking the tension violence used as an end in itself my rhymes are sicker than my mental health |
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