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post 151 like the bacardi closed eye typin, lookin deader than jeremy hardy in a pinch i can bring it a few stellas in and somethin i robbed from the clinic sergeant slaughter's spilled the bong waters doubletime bars or slow like a tortoise wastin time playin on the mega drive notes of pine are givin me the red eye, well i don't know where i'm going with that thought diggin in my brain like i was opening a trap door remember your emma? well now she's a crack whore that's a bad scene, no wonder i stay mad lean erase button, backspace for mental crud drug glutton, booze and bud, wasted equals good i don't pay rent but i'll rend you asunder on the white lightning and i'm bringin the thunder i barely know what the concept of cash is it just keeps me choppin out lines of yr ashes wait, mate, gimme a 3 litre a pack of blank tapes and a can of ribena you don't feel alive? well me neither stick another fiver on the meter |
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milk and peanuts milk milk and peanuts milk and sasquatch milk peanuts sasquatch |
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walking like a zombie on the ket hail fellow well met, i'm offensive like the tet scummy skullfucker, i'll plug ya with a blunderbuss i'm higher than all of the himalayas under us i overdose and pause to smell the roses the cause of megaton explosives, ya best know this i'm seein via gaslight, zilty geeks hang tight yr gettin lachrymose, wankin into pantyhose i'm snackin on some eggy toast and that's frankly how it goes a spiky porcupine, marking the waterline underneath yr nostril, dippin into hog swill overestimate my goodwill, a curious notion i'm obelix crawlin out the cauldron of potion when you reach the boss's lair i'll fix you with a steely stare, leave you in a wheelchair y'all are tossers, can't seem to reach the colossus bit of backtalk? i'll leave you in the rap morgue |
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i'm getting randy man, conjuring the candyman my heart starts to hammer like a handyman had a bellyful of bellyache n the cheap end of thrills what've i got to do to get plenty of these pills? munch em til i'm rattlin, teacher's teachin battlin biters gonna bite but i'm cookin em for cracklin do em litvenenko, shit has to end though endured war n now i'm startin on the mend yo i've done some dumb shit, taxpayer funded end of story, it's fun baiting a tory any excuse to lose my sense of self leave 50 pence on the shelf can't come clearer, i bin on the shit since jack n vera on since curly, high up in the sky like a bird gone whirly telly or a helipad, need interpreters? clearly smelly bags of weed from kersal nearly mangled my health, gotta play the hand that you dealt how many times can you see the room melt? treading heavy waters, mental disorders tried outrunnin but it caught us artist with a calm demeanour stayin leaner drowning duckpaddle, steamin like a cleaner guzzle like a pelican, goin back to hell again scrooge mcducks couldn't give two fucks but i'll never be well again reached enlightenment too many times done too many lines, blown too many minds and i'm grinning ear to ear at project fear and the world keeps spinnin, innit |
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taking the piss? i'm robbing yr bladder bitch i'm badder, venomous spit like an adder hoot or holler, yr not the top dollar popped like collar, man'll get stopped caught four in his gullets, dropped like portcullis and yr gonna watch four more in yr lips, we run this red everywhere like strawberry punnets big mac filled with my lyrical bullets killer like bubonic was, i'm on it cuz on it til the end of eternity, yr an absurdity in two minds? i got two screwfaces pickin ya brains out my bootlaces wait, have you filled yr nappy? punch to the jaw make yr teeth look gappy have you filled yr boxers? whoever you think you are, trust me, yr not cuz |
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it's widely and commonly known my rhymes are hydroponically grown the end is nigh, fuck yr seratonin supply i'm doper meaning fly, neurotransmitter lullaby others spitters start to stumble and cry i turn astrolite into astroglide cos i'm sicker than a chinese virus spittin mucus at the useless and saliva at the spineless fartknocker, i bring the art proper yr best shit's beta like a blocker see my stick figure feelin supercool, truly i'm drinkin a liquid helium smoothie makin beats that're chunky like stay puft and please don't hit me up on facebook heads, shoulders, knees and toes can't compete with one of these flows? fuck ya parrot rap, i'll smack you out ya maga cap firere like a gas tap, armed like an octopus crept from a sarcophagus, blood thicker than treacle feelin my heart coughin dust n particles of evil me of all people, as a pacifist it hurts me to hurt you but i'm teachin ya what rappin is i swing a padlock in a sock stoned like scissors, blunted on the rock flippin you the bird cos i'm flyer than the whole flock crazy like a fox, more cuckoo than yr grandfather's clock heavy on the flac or the vinyl i bring the tension like a black ball final somebody slit my corpus collosum open i think in two minds, yr hopin that i'm jokin carve you with a ladyshave razor the charming stranger, quark to a quasar my focus is a misaligned laser mr misanthropic but hot like hot topic yr shit's a con like panoptic bitch i think it's time that yr gettin the dropkick |
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wha gwanin brah, i'm off to andromeda drinkin the mercury out yr thermometer gimme a kiss, i'm stinkin like a tramp's piss stanker than this wanker with a limp wrist? cancer on the microphone, fire in the booth i answer with a righteous flow, lies into truth information manager, spammin like a spambot pure dodgy fuck, jammier than jam hot a man's got to follow his nature trust, i'm gettin higher than a great glass elevator elevated, top rated, i caned it, shook the can, sprayed it juk you in the neck, now sit down if you feel faded cos here's a line, wait i got a goodun hear you tryna rhyme, mate, it's proper wooden hear one of mine and it's boosh like the mighty rhyme like belbulon? not very likely |
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are ya still shoppin at waitrose or poppin the H, bros? unclear diction, prescription benzos going back to bed for a quick doze six hours later i still got the sick flows the spins kicked in, yeah i get those kicked the bucket and sampled it for a kick drum now what happens? i'm a bit dumb something something blah blah fuck yr bitch mum i'm inappropriate, i told ya desecrating the grave of the unknown soldier this shit's largely over i'm maserati, you're a broken skoda put down the chalice, hold onto yr ballast lysergic rabbithole, i travel after alice hit you like deeley plaza, dallas believe me, galaxies dangle in the balance fruit juice is sugary, i'm fucked up to buggery bubbles in my vein and lungs full of pleurisy crypto AG made my security this sorcerer's apprentice sensed neural perjury they wanna talk, i want em in the morgue poppin eyes out with a plastic fork limpin as i walk, still jumpy in withdrawal nooses give, guns aren't lawful disreputable, wrecked in my mental bubble are we gonna have trouble? unclicked the hyperlinks, face like the sphinx now i'm off to catch another 400 winks |
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bored of reefer, got my lean in a beaker proceed to put my feet through the speaker i'm schizo n skint but appealing, dancing on the ceiling once more with feeling, it's not samplin, i'm stealin if e is mc cubed i'm yr dude drank my benefits, pennies left for food quel surprise, i'm crawlin on my knees no surprise, i'm not dealin with nice guys codeine got me itching like the fleas eyes diseased, eating half peas n half rice with vegan beef n smoked gouda, sold my computer stole 4 frames from abraham zapruder empires are falling off like hans gruber got sarin comin under yr draft excluder VX next unless ya cut me a cheque like the wu said, best protect ya neck i'm only awake cos i haven't yet slept watchin shadows creep til they've crept bad dancer with a double dose of cancer heard a murmur as i pushed the art further private numbers? they never get an answer blood curdles as i plan my own murder behead the bosses, nail em to crosses gosh, it's the poshes v ghillies and galoshes sick stoners break bones with heavy coshes yr shit won't stick but we'll make sure it backwashes and fuck yr rap schemes, i'll hit you with cat memes u can't haz cheezburger, know what that means? i'm lightning in a bottle, full throttle munchin jam butty and drinkin frobscottle oversharing's broke my ball bearings jog on ya damn dutty snot gobble |
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let's get degraded only chased the dragon so i can say that i slayed it yr shit is weaksauce, hp lovecraft nurse? i think i'm ready for a sponitge bath it's the wanker from lubyanka calling smersh cursin as i drive a pink hearse in reverse i'm the worst and there's a few to choose from find a bible you can shoot yr splooge on why signal virtue? let's get ripped like rizla think i won't hurt you? turkey like twizzler hate in all forms must hit it's target i'm still gettin bombed like carpet lookin very roughly like buffy with bigger tits crusty loop digger on a mish who's got the pellets, who's on the switch? who's still wishin boris was dead in a ditch? i tapped the cable at bude now i'm screwed GCHQ'd, got yr picture in the nude snorted til i saw aborted babies causing symptoms of rabies in young ladies' labias, what's the plague's kill radius stay with us and take a quick breath this is gigadeath, nowhere near finished yet pumpy and a bally on, i'll clap yr battalion yr dealing with the rap rapscallion, the vagabond eenie meanie kundalini gonna smoke weed cos the weed'll free me or is it a mirage, chose to think hard agnostic sniffin bostik in a moshpit, bizarre morbid orbits, caught in thoughts so formless n frail this could be the end of my tale or page 1 book 2 i'm still sending out a general fuck you |
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i'm sicker than mortality rates on phone speaker with next to no bass or soundsystem bringin plaster down ask around, i got that power to astound class clown, where's he from, what's he up to? believe me this int a run through i'll run up and mug yr mum before i mug you off with the phlegm in my cough imaginary skeng in my waistband, execute wasteman send you to the wasteland, t.s. eliot where's that weed? cos i think i'm smellin it anybody know who's sellin it? must be psychosomatic, i'm so erratic mind full of benzos and static all ya little fish in big ponds can bite me cash the bong and pass it on politely say parrumpa-pum-pum to yr brain pan little funky drummer boy hijacked yr brain scan aren't we gettin disrespectful? "wait is he shittin me? got to be a leg pull" one corona two corona three corona, loads fuck 50 percent next to one of these flows |
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you should uninstall yr DAW then pull the covers up til the covers cover you yes lawd i would love a brew got blue pills? cos i need a few of them too quick, where's the bucket for ya spew? who still kills it in pink elephant zoo? i'm hella confused successfully stuck with less than nothin to do i'm shaky like milk, man still too sick to open my drinks can pissed life into a bedpan try to keep goin, dystopian homeland my flows are my own brand picture a stoner creating a persona chugging a corona, i'm my own man solo like han, cephalo-invaded straight to the brain like pinky keep myselc faded, gotta inhale that stinky space n back, fillin my face with shake n vac seen my life disappear into the rear view stick it out? there's nowt to adhere to sniffin tippex n chewin used lil-lets do my best thinkin rollin the king skin pink-sinkin, on for the brown land of the pound and the poundland, try not to drown bruiser, glass jaw, still leave yr ass raw import the gas for blue velvet dreams leave you apart at the seams kings on the payroll, gunning for ya queens |
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i'm free range, the baby in the manger then i get shitfaced, crash a plane with a laser pen know i'm sick but i keep washin my hands man black hoodie up like an inverse klansman pacifist but yr in all kinds of trouble my tongue is the acidest, the path is this talk set to double, bong set to bubble hella clones murmur murder into megaphones mephistopheles and coffin breeds gimme proper green and a system to be rockin please abort the birth of earth in the sunrays i've done worse, usually in dumb ways long pause then it's all so tasty let you get yr breath back, then you can race me mate i'll flick you off like a bogey it's not even like that you know me you comprise lies, i'm alpha if yr alphabetizing how about poetry not dicksizing wanna give that dick a pull? mate yr a little dull i'm pure analytical, sick, mission critical still madman, injected every tuesday bad lad to mess with, that's a truesay truth hurts, nature of the truth eh what's it worth if you can't feel hurt say b to the elbow drop got to make the lyrical leng go pop but leng man down? man look around yr shit's ten a penny, it's all round town yr a clown can't step to me, can't go up against belbulon what the hell you on? it's b to the e to the l to the b again crack a brew and guzzle like a pelican curses on yr residence, shiva with a cleaver eloquence to delete a nonbeliever i trained my brain while i was steaming like a cleaner shit, now i can't remember my name either |
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a hankering for dutch smoke and buckfast got me channelling el producto and young nas that's the vagabond, floatin down the amazon lit the stinky tarragon and smashed yr battalion now i gotta wait til the para's gone mate, what's thar closed circuit camera on? can hurt you with virtue but i'm hardly a paragon another phenmetrazine marathon the best green's my permanent persuasion 24/7 stay awake gettin spaced like a station codeine levitation, lean all day meditate on bass weight and a pine smellin eighth high concentrates, staggering starstruck frame my rhymes as readmades, r mutt life's mega great and the sub is thunderous ask mr mirror man, must i use the blunderbuss? fuck a sycophant, crumble to dust, lung rusted shut last continue and 1up, bullet to the gut break you in half like phob's promises non-violent science is not where the profit is i speak in evil tongues and nonsenses freak for musique concrete and poisoned hollowtips rhyme slurred, flip you the bird, shit n make ya swallow it ya can't follow this, want a hit? shamed by a deranged cunt who started gargling aids blood in corpse paint makeup this is a nightmare, wake up scream and i'll make sure yr mouth stays shut then kick you downstairs like slinkys here's the new star of an old print media thinkpiece grind you to particulate matter, brew it for tea now scatter, if ya gotta hate a rapper make it me |
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okay the thread's nice but it kinda lacks spice girls mind your curls and your pearls is my only advice cause when my flow unfurls, yo! you gonna pay the price pet your squirrels, lick a twirl pop, suck an ice cream, dream, or scream when my word beam divides in stupid halves your sorry minds, hide! run for cover fear the manoeuvre, lover, you might not recover! kiss your four-leaf clover good bye, when i'm over if you ever wake up you'll miss your worst hangover you're hurt? alert! here comes the motherfuckin' dessert! don't you kids start no fight if you're underage swallow your rage, get off the stage you're not worth minimum wage ok i'll play fair and let you pack your luggage... kicking your baby mouths in their own language :( |
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why the fuck not, here's another set of rhymes gutshot to a gobshite, better bitesize revise yr lines you a threat? nope, nada, nyet belb is going well harder yet stop yr chatter, i'll have you battered, atoms scattered madder than the hatter, still want to rip off my patter? at strike three without the first two everything you said is bouncing back to hurt you gotta defend my honour, drop you like an oxford comma then inhale nitrous til i'm convinced you quite like us it's all been a terrible mistake that's what you get for startin a pisstake |
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fuck what you suspect paranoia doesn't touch it propagandas targetted, it's advertising bullshit fall in place or get the thought police raging demonisation is the war they're waging choose wisely 'cos they will come for us all best hide behind the righteousness spouted by the fools no rest for the wicked, they hunt at night in packs but can steal your soul in daylight and still cover their tracks welcome to the last of, end days disasterous no second lives or handy medikits to plaster us full scale hatred, a war upon war no innocent surviors, no-one left that is pure it's a minefield of hate, you're best to tread wise say the right thing wrong and you will end up despised right the wrongs of days beyond by magnifying guilt use the wronged to hide behind to warm you like a quilt we'll be equal once the social misery can fully spread we can shit on everyone through time and celebrate they're dead welcome to hell, please check your bag at reception there's no rights here, it was all a dark deception |
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your rhymes and your lines lack all kinds of flavour i know way better uses for your sorry saliva if you're a dim lightbulb i'm a supernova can't hear you belb i'm surfing andromeda with friends you don't have and my disciple buddha chillin sippin soda on the top of a pagoda no fucks given to your pathetic abracadabra just pray i don't find time in my divine agenda to visit planet earth reset your repulsive karma protect ya chin, protect ya neck, i'll come for your vertebra cause you're a drama queen you think you're cleopatra assured and assertive i deliver my godly mantra don't be sleazy i'm sound as count basie's orchestra even dizzy, like gillespie the flow goes easy-peasy with consistency i disprove your lusted over supremacy i'm zidane's forehead in the chest of materazzi you'll be pushin daisies before i even start to get busy |
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we could do with less rancor, rancid wanker join the dots, paranoid's my MO spot the paradox, then tickle me elmo wait i mean furby, you cursed and got served free fee-fie-foh-fum - me strike yoh dumb here i'm comfortably numb must keep it militant but at least bring the stinky plant bit less fighting, more of the spliff lighting makes no diff' if ya set yr mask to frightening i'm too comatose for fear, grin ear to ear a jism-dripping leer from a psychical seer stop here before yr hurt, fixin yr skirt refill my coffin with dirt, i've risen again the rhythm chameleon can end you with the stroke of a pen |
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light a spliff to fight the chief and don't forget your painkilla, your handkerchief and a fair dose of cheap tequila for your relief i will spare you my most lethal formula i'm like dracula, a tarantula my words are direct, i sting with no parabola i inject, i dissect i'm the bipolar patroller luckily for you you bore me like your mom's areola signing off, fire at will, reach for your pistola shoot me in the back i'll be singing be-bop-a-lula i think i'll watch a movie, yeah why not a thriller has anyone seen the bloody remote controller? |
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bitch be cool, i'll thoughtcrime yr genepool yr crappin in yr underpants, my new style is lethal descended from orangutans, i'm mostly peaceful painting pretty pieces on the easel rappin's my other shit, too violent for media to cover it "gosh, ill!" then it's fish hook in yr nostril leadin you by the nose to the possibility of better flows you can imitate but never match my hot skill i'll leave you for landfill, chose to demolish yr anthill abolish yr tax break, leave you lyrically ass raped i suppose you've just got any old rap mate polish and poise, leave this shit to bigger boys it's not as if you've got any choice i'm too hot to handle, yr the crust and i'm the mantle send yr jets to scramble like eggy toast belb is better than the best, fully diagnosed |
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frankly, i respect you. way more than i should. problem is: i'm not sure you even understood i would teach your manhood but in all likelihood you wouldn't get my alphabet, you sound like a preset, a brunette marionette in fishnet stockings. you sweat, but there's no threat playing soviet roulette with a cigarette butt in place of the bullet... so put on your headset, rewind the cassette, light a calumet, make peace with yourself and your lame epithet well i'm not over yet, let me flip the diskette! feel the magnetic field of my digital pirouette my rhyme is exquisite, my strength disproportionate my throne inviolate and my sentence immediate follow the exit signs as i reveal your secret you came to claim the crown, but you're a clown with a coronet |
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chickity-check yourself you've gone and clearly wrecked your health quality of life like sands of time has truly lost it's wealth time is ticking, time to choose the things worth picking no more calls for extensions, no more cans left to be kicking we're all born equal, equality can't be forced through hate shutting down all opposition only leads to losing mates we need to be smarter, talk it out with due respect all we are is us, we need us both for full effect so i lay down my guns, and my nuclear opinions i extend my hand to squash the beef to extinguish hatefilled minions i'm giving up, i'm tired of this needless, endless fight i wish for peace and love to lead us to the ending light... BUT IF ONE MORE MUTHA FUCKA SAY A THING TO CAUSE A RUCK I'LL BURN THIS PLANET QUICKLY, LIKE A COULDN'T GIVE A FUCK |
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my fart is a big rig a big-big big-rig my big rig big go boom my big rig rig your doom (doom) my big rig fart doom in your room (doom in your room) my fart split apart your room boom boom (boom boom) |
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cliff's right, why the aggression? i've seen the light, time time to learn lessons there's more to life than one-note battle i was sick of hearing my own sabres rattle i want out of the cage, let's turn the page as de la said, it's a daisy age just an 8 bar this time, hours can pass rapidly honestly let's keep our spittin acid-free |
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ok guys i'm sorry. won't do it again i'm a bit too violent for your fragile brains rhymes flowing out like water from a fountain pouring acid lines from the himalaya mountains so i'll just get off to match your orbital plane watcha wanna rap about, mary jane? i'm not skilled for peace, i have a condition i can't love and sadly there is no medicine so if my acid has burnt a hole through your raincoat i'm sorry guys you will no longer be my scapegoats we can still be friends but i'll keep spittin caustic make sure to wear protection but don't you go plastic the bomb is atomic when i shout my rage you probly don't wanna be the collateral damage so get out of the war zone as i explode into mushroom clouds when the target meets the payload i can't have no fun, someone messed with my source code i don't have no choice i'm here to corrode, and erode, as i drive my destiny off the main roads |
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i'll cripple you with kindness for spittin with violence beats and bass are timeless, lyrical fission is my mission tireless, there's a higher goal my soul flies like wireless phono modulations we must erase the spineless a nation's rap stuck on boom bap, cap buster shit bust a lip talking outta turn, it's earned and look, there's a war against cliché what was it he said? what did she say? zilty is guilty - shit, i'm a part of it built to love the art of it, target of my spit uncertain but that doesn't mean it's the final curtain semi zatoichi, my view's obscured blinded by psychosis' process still i'm putting down my lyrical sword time to double down, no less |
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here i am again, in my friendly man outfit tryin to be nice for everyone's benefit i won't be loud, i will spare you my spit who wants a slice of my banana split? take a biscuit, i made it with love and good spirit i won't do you no harm and if i say it, i mean it! i learnt the recipe when i last visit- ed my grandma and i assure you she was quite explicit: "put the butter you got in the pot of the robot add sugar, flour, maybe a dried apricot but i would like to remind you that arsenic, you cannot! bake it hot in the oven you will eat 'em by the dozen as did yesterday your cousin, all day he was buzzin round the table, what a glutton" so yes me friends you need not fear me anymore come around to the sound of the hugs galore |
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cash rules everything around me but i don't need much money to be happy don't own a home or drive a car but i like to dress quite snappy i've got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one as i respect all women i like to take short walks with them by lakes we sometimes swim in take solace from the beauty of the country side surrounding don't need a shank, a gatt or tank, don't raise a fist for pounding i'm lounging, i'm cotching, straight up bird watching surround myself with song birds and record the songs they're singing i'm winning, drinking pimm's, living a life worth truly living no need for drugs or tiger blood when you're suave like david niven |
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mm food, it's time to get stewed respect to doom, raise a brew to the dude peanut thai chilli, heatin yr wok up time to get silly, grease yr block up my dishes: for vegans and vegetarians delicious rules oughtn't be scary uns the things you can do with quorn TVP satisfy ya til the dawn easily side dishes, i make em my bitches fruit punch shit now the zoot munch hit boo, if ya find hitches in the kitchen prep let me guide ya through quick step one, organic plant matter takes the cake two, keep relyin on tasting as you make three, weed improves everything you eat easy as pie, go cook yrself a treat |
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wake up, fm mood, i turn on the radio modulate frequencies until i enjoy the stereo with mad rappin villains spicing up my cheerios but i'm low-spirited, my energy limited siphoned for fun by motherfuckers incorporated working like crazy to keep us alienated selling goods for bad deeds, callin us the bad seeds their greed feeds on the planet, destruction they plan it they could waste it all up to the last pomegranate i'm tired, fired, almost expired but i'm not leaving until it's all well wired |
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little piggy, gonna blow ya house down outta town, cross the borderline, i wear the crown by the pound buy it in, let me begin it's the wickedest wax that i spin sleazy fuck making beats out of muck look, if i'm gambling i'm shit out of luck glued my eyes shut and scratched yr wood panelling gimme that dust, i'm hoover bag sampling cancer culture and my lungs took a mangling stretching the eye of a needle to let the camel in psychotic outlook but my chest still rises and drops i'm whatever your lives are not freely admit, this is end of the bag shit you couldn't see me in a hi-vis jacket it's god's word translated verbatim, why you hating dog turd is all you've been creating |
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