When it comes to booze and shit, I refuse to quit Coz Id still be spittin, sittin in pools of sick Im endin ya foolish clique, when my fuse is lit Huggin a crate of dynamite with the fuses lit After endin foes with bombs I live it up And watch a TV stacked on top Three broken ones I know Im wrong, but Im still right Throwin bombs Dont live no ill life Im buttin in ya sick cypher like a nuffing guy Turn my head, chat ya bird up and joke It would have been stupid not to try Jack ya pot supply To slap you in the face In the span of a month Ill sell it back to you in eighths Mate, you aint solo Youre on your bill And if you hate me now When Im sober youll probly want me killed I break mics And I agree, its probly selfish When I say I hate life, I mean somebody elses Their props are helpless At least keep an ounce of dignity No amount of kissin Lees ass is Convincin me that you aint shit to me And I aint shit, in fact Im so ugly on the inside If I held my chest xray up to a mirror itd crack Envision that Im what you thinks a wrap Pickin scraps Then mission back with a fake ticket Ive got a cricket bat, but I dont play cricket And I dont drink tea, but I may spill it where you stand Like I didnt know I had the skin scarrin hot liquid in my hand I was a sick kid, bumpin Gravediggaz Diggin graves with the same scissors that you slit your wrists with Im listed as arrogant A misfit whos adamant You look in the Other fuckin direction when you look at me Got bored, bought a bag Forever fiendin The sort of lad with depression breedin in his mental region My thoughts are more than bad Im at the end of reason Pennin beatins even the fuckin devils feelin Lit fuse, dynamite thats ready to blow Time bomb, set to explode, with seconds to go Lit fuse, dynamite thats ready to blow Time bomb, set to explode, at the end of your show
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