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i wake up.. sticking on my pants and the coffee pot,
pickin up the cornflakes, shake and drop a lot
top it up with fake kelloggs, yeah the choco pops
then i chop up a banana like im donkey kong..
the bottle top is off, milk splashed and i begin..
finish that fast, then im off for showering..
or drownin in the bath, spoutin with the beatbox
always sounds better when im shoutin in a deep wash..
then im up, i'm checkin all my messages,
gettin more junk than a dumpster in a festie is...
i aint stressin, dont believe in being pessimist..
i do my meditation just so i can I rest a bit
then im off to work, gotta catch the 38
its always free cos the bendy busses work that way..
i never beep the oyster card.. i evade arrest
cos if i get caught then i give a fake address
im lookin after kids yeah its the greatest job.
cos all i gotta do is play and get paid a lot,
we're playin in the park or when they stay at home
I teach them how to rap, get em on the radio..
so say hello, to woozle cos shes one..
one of those kids that I speak of, shes top
top of this site, mainly i reckon its cos...
evidently my training is really second to none.
it hits 6.30, im leavin and im heading back
pick up some drink so the missis will be set to spank..
then im on the mac scanning on the net
next checkin more messages, and then im off to bed.
thats my day thats my day, thats my average weekday day
thats the way that i spend my week, its week and its average but that ok