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EXT. CAR PARK - NIGHT
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Who the fuck is that?
Who the fuck?
The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook
But the message is loud and clear
The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook
But the message is loud and clear
Yeah, I'm in pole position chilling 'cause I know I'm winning
This isn't rap, this is autistic vocal stimming
Listen, Homer Simpson but with stoic wisdom
Diss and get publicly owned like socialism
Fuck your party, I'm apolitical
I'd rather drink on me bill in a basement miserable
But I'm in your face blitzed and you still can't see me
Like Man U players in grey kits
Fuck sobriety, I'm pushing white and B in the priory
Don't admire me, I'm a boss so you can't fire me
I like my women how I like my ginger beer, fiery
Simply selling this shit is considered simony
Simple Simon says that bullshit won't fly with me
Every day is Christmas so I light a tree
My mind's eyes asleep 'cause I've been getting high all week
You got the sauce but I'm different gravy entirely
Machete swinger, a heavy drinker
I popped a pinger
My comedown Ben & Jerry's watching Jerry Springer
Never gave a thought towards what I was getting into
Not a thinker, tried to cook the liquid ket inside the Ninja
Big dog straight out the Ken to the Barbie house
Far from how I started out, barring out
Turn my music up when you can't be loud
But bitch your rates can't calm me down
Finessed you, you can't renew, bars is ground
The beeper's buzzing, the phone is ringing
There's a subtle interference on the line so don't say nothing
That van across the street has got no business in a place like this
I don't like it, I don't like it one bit
The secret weapon is to keep 'em guessing
So that long after they've gone home they're still discussing
The thing they witnessed or thought they witnessed
But couldn't put their fingers on
The curtain twitches, blink, I'm gone