INI:EXP
InstinctiveXpression!
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Lyrics
Your gonna get done in, just like you should be
Whatever time of the month, your still a bloody pussy, period.
Thinking you could sneak a win is delirious,
your impotently infinitely inferior.
With the dreariest of gobs and a lack of sanity
your a nob and mad to think you'll ever handle me.
A picture paints a thousand words, it has to be
in your case the "poor traits" of your personality
your a useless rapper, not that we care.
but you're as useless as a pedal powered wheelchair,
What's the deal yeh? You aint ever playing with a full pack,
I flush you out for being crap.
I'm gettin pissed, im a bloke on a mission,
with more cross lines than a tic tac toe competition.
Ya missing vision dissin, it's a sightless decision,
I'm cuttin up this dick with a rhyme circumcision.
Your motor mouth has got jack, cranked to its max,
gobsmacked my stance surpassed ya rap.
Throwing hits at me, but a better one gets thrown back,
attacks get broke i snap-shots like kodak.
what the stats will say at the end of the show,
Is instinct wins, solo only gets his own vote.
So stop being so touchy yo,
i know you think theres dicks in your midst and you wanna grope,
but your the only dick in here - your playing yourself,
another loss on your list, you aint takin it well.
i own you. now theres just a space on the shelf
next to all the others that sound the same as yourself.
You only hold strong bars, when contained in a cell.
your beef SUCKS, so stick a f*** in steak in yourself.
You'll find it hard to recover cos your aint got the wealth,
and in America you gotta flippin' pay for your health.
I don't know why he's not knowing
when hes getting beat and going
down down down down
he cant take the heat im throwing..
certainly he's cheap, you know he
earns his keep from freaks hes blowin,
round down town now..
thats why his spit is cheese.
You're not throwing stones in glass homes your flinging a boulder.
Your hypocritical monotonic approach is vulgar.
Sulking, is it writ in your culture?
With a bone to pick, I'm gonna give you a vulture.
I'm battering this kid like a fish,
cos he's bitter like vinegar, in a pickle with a chip on his shoulder.
Essentially, i think you're dim as a soldier,
and mentally, my six year old sister is older.
You'll never step it up until you find your feet,
we're going toe to toe, you better mind your teeth,
cos im on another level, im on top of it.
I kick ya spit back in because you didn't put a sock in it.
i think we got off on the wrong foot dude..
you look up to me, now all i do is look down to you.
got caught on the ropes their surrounding you,
your thoughts suck, tied up and your bound to lose
your f*** ed, like ya bum is, your suffering too,
thats when im done, and im lookin for something to do
So I phone your mum, mrs. assumption i assume?
cos the mother of all f*** ups, must be the mother of you.
ring ring... hello is this the solo house here?
"is that you instinct cos your voice is arousing"
it is mrs ass, is that man i knocked out in?
"He's not comin out, i think you know that he's grounded"
oh yeh i did knock him out, thats true,
but i fancy some booty, so what about you?
"first im serving dinner, but ill come round after..
i still havent told solo that you could be his father"
cue the laughter..
