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Smoke Crack If You're Wack

Smoke Crack If You're Wack

Bill Shakes Children of the Damned Lee Scott

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Smoke crack and lessen your health
You’ve never been felt, 'cause you’re about as original as everyone else
Openly obsessed with myself
I sleep with my signed poster in bed and a shrine over my head
My favourite producer made this beat
Amazingly, all my favourite rappers seem to have the same name as me
I make my p, gatecrashing suicidal anonymous
Recruiting for my 'how to hang' training scheme
Go and battle a? slug?
You’r so wack you couldn’t make the team if you was actually good
But who th fuck am I? Well the answer is, I’m the shit
Laughing at you with the mic in your mouth after I spat on it
You ain’t illiterate, but might as well be
That clever shit you write down sounds shit when you’re spittin' it
I tell your bitch
That I was eyeing her from afar but then I got close and wish I never did
You ain’t the man, hand-in-hand with a butch hooker
I wouldn’t even let her suck rubber
Precise punches from a drunk slugger
Who claims he was taken by them aliens on the front cover of Funcrusher
A blunt lover, simian school bud brother
Maths utensils, accidental lung puncture
Rum guzzler, re-enacting ??? hunter
I are the twisted son of a good mother
A drunk nutter, in about a sec I could down a keg
If I had to choose a way to die, I would drown in Becks
Fuck housing checks
In a perfect world, I’d be paid at least a weeks wage to jump out of bed
It still ain’t enough
I want double time to get dressed and shave my gruff, pay me up
The self-confessed great lazy cunt
Joyriding a babies truck in the fast lane, doing crazy stunts
Your bubble, I’m looking to burst
I’ve been fucking your bird and I didn’t even utter a word
I’ve been sick since the age of six, perving on Ariel
I don’t condone the bumping of nerd and other wack commercial material
I ain’t the first to say I’m God
This is half-arsed, I say my best shit when the mic’s off
I fought with ya knife, the knife lost
The smartest guy, you’re not, using tabasco sauce for eye drops
I’m still a cocky twat (Yeah, you’re right, you’re damn right)
I’m a wanted man
Fuck a bulletproof vest, I’m rocking a suit of armour with some hockey pads and
a stolen bobby hat
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