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Oi this goes out to you
Don't make me do what I'm about to do
I don't wanna rap dead but I will
Chip, crush and kill and move like the sounds I do
Oi this goes out to you
Don't make me do what I'm about to do
I don't wanna rap dead but I will
Chip, crush and kill and move like the sounds I do
Oi this goes out to you
Don't make me do what I'm about to do
Don't judge a book by its dumb words
Or fuck with the half-Scouse, half-wood lads
Sunny boys cold get dumb and cold nerds
And boast about robbing the post office to pull birds
I don't give a fraction of an ounce of a fuck
It's an accident I'm on this planet like Howard the Duck
And playing me is as last option as rash boxing
I'll make you cry while your dad's watching
Then pop a chill pill, still flip and kill a fly on the wall
I liked you better when I didn't like you at all
Give me a sleazy hotel room to breathe
I drop an uplifting hell tune and leave
Before I start the rant that never ends
Altruistic towards me imaginary friends
The Nasco 54 click a roar
I make you wish you had your foot in a different door
I don't wanna rap dead but I will
Chip, crush and kill and move like the sounds I do
Oi this goes out to you
Don't make me do what I'm about to do
I don't wanna rap dead but I will
Chip, crush and kill and move like the sounds I do
Oi this goes out to you
Don't make me do what I'm about to do
Do I keep sonning rappers 'cause I'm dadless?
I raise the eyebrows as a couple of crooked bastards
Looking down on Mother Earth, eating barbecue wookie ribs
It's my world, like fuck your dibs
I'm the man of your myths and an idol
Godspeed, sniffing words off a Bible
I use an unsold album as a beer mat
Drown me sorrows and hold me gangster tears back
'Cause I want a castle with guard dogs and a moat
And I choke with a poison dart frog in me throat
But there's still hope, this is rap and it's big biz
And I'm keeping it real but don't ask me what it is
Rappers these days are a bunch of hyacinth bouquets
But don't worry, they're just going through a phase
While Mr. Wrong's pissing in your bong chong
Hungarian suicide song gone whistling along
I don't wanna rap dead but I will
Chip, crush and kill and move like the sounds I do
Oi this goes out to you
Don't make me do what I'm about to do
I don't wanna rap dead but I will
Chip, crush and kill and move like the sounds I do
Oi this goes out to you
Don't make me do what I'm about to do