Lyrics
a lyrical master,
im the best thing since napster,
scarier, than sharon tate after the manson masicure,
my thoughts are obscure, not to everyones taste,
but if you dont like my shit, then bepare to be maced,
in the face, im heavenly embraced, by the power of context,
im seven years in place, with my hip hop conquest,
i perfer the hardcore shit insted of the newschool,
every year theirs a new fool, filling up the sespool,
its not about what you do anymore, its who you know,
you could work at it all your life, any never grow,
and never know, what its like to be on top,
because that demotape you worked so hard on, never droped,
and nobody knows your name, and you not in the game,
never givin a big break, and you feel you've nothing to gain,
you have the mirical mind, createing lyrics in minutes
but the critics are sinical, and nobody listins,
your sinibles create artistic pictures writin
that flicker in the mind of the listiner, listing,
but all the hard work, ended up to being pipedream,
because everything you ever did,never seemed like the right thing,
so you wanna be a rapper,
well so do i,
you wanna grab a slapper, and give her a black eye,
well so do i,
you wanna dubbed out punto, with spinin rims,
you wanna ounce of hash, fags, and a pack of skins,
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i wanna bad bitch, and buy her bigger tits, when im mad rich,
watchin lilo, and sitch, with the lads, smoking cannibis,
i wanna can of this, dutch gold shit, to hit the spot with,
gettin pissed drunk, stickin a fork in a plug socket,
i dont want no slapper, unless i cam smack her,
and attack her with an axe, and just hack at the back of her
their just a waste of time,i wouldnt fuck one on my spare time,
bleech blonde hair, and thick make up, all the time,
they talk like a mixture, of a squirl getting choked,
and the sound of an 11 year old girl, getting groped,
they all look and act the same, and would suck dick for fame,
lickin ass and lookin pretty, to get in the game
fuckin lame ass bitchs, you know who you are,
suckin ray darceys cock, for a chance to be on your a star,
but your far from a star, and you'll never be famous,
your no B rabbit, your the Hair on my anus,
if you think your worth more than you are your shittin yourself
go back to babysittin as a way of earning some wealth,
nobody even notices you your in stelth mode,
we just here that noise you spit, talkin in slapper code,
and your walkin down the same road, as the rest did before you,
having unprotected sex, with the fella who adored you,
and now your gettin knocked up, by some skut, down an allyway,
a month later, your pregnant, and he didnt stay,
and your home all alone, waiting for the big day,
and when the baby comes, your parents give it away,
and your all alone again, depressed and dismissed,
you think your the shit, but, behind your back your gettin dissed,
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you wanna fast car, well so do i,
you wanna place in LA, to live and Die,
well so do , i want all that and i want more,
i wanna be rollin on Dubs, flippin switches in a 64,
i dont need a porche, to feel like im in heaven,
gimmie a twin cam audi, and ill keep that bitch revvin,
i want a color shifting paint, the kind that make bitches faint,
and tinted windows so they shades, cant see the flame,
when im burning my hash, i wanna be to be rich burning cash,
light my joint with a 10 euro note, puff it and pass,
i wanna smoke a fat pound of grass, while im writin a rhyme,
but insted im smokin with soab bar hash, jotting my lines,
irelands finest canabis resin and plastic,
but im a fan of this resin, and i smoke myself spastic,
every day i smoke the shit, pass it and toke that shit,
i pefer a splif over coke, or any LSD trip,
you can keep the hard drugs, for the skumbags and thugs,
snorting that shit, in the bathroom at the local pub,
plus that shit costs too much i dont have the funds,
im on 200 a week, packin shelves in dunes,
