Verse 1

Self raised,
That was the burden for real
Its like I'm out here making flour
Cos I work for the mil
Chasing clowns for dirty wages
In this circus of filth
Purpose built,
Leave you layin on a Burgundy quilt
With no guilt
Pass the case and crack another Stella,
Cos my lines on every road
just Like they double yellas
run it clever,
don't assume that I won't lump a fella
Punch a bredda,
never shy away from any Scuffle ever
Spittin' blood
Stand for everything I live and love,
Hit em up
and never stop until the Giz is dust
I got the whole crowd rockin'
cos I'm sick as fuck, Bring the dubs
Pull my card, I'm the king of clubs
You're miniature around the boss
Its sinister up out the top
Bound to god, box with the devil
You're allowed to watch
Messin' with my money?
You can count the cost
and get stung like a cloud of
a thousand wasps

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and You can watch while we Drown in grog,
yea you can watch while we drown in grog
you can watch while we drown in grog
marrfucker iron stomach like a thousand squats

Verse 2

Subtle like I never had to struggle ever
Pen it like a troubled letter
Voice has got that crumpled leather gutter texture
If I'm grumpy catch a lumpy bredda,
you're invalid tossin' salads
while I'm out to get them Tubs of feta
I'm In to win
kicking you mugs up the arse
And lickin' a fifth
I'm In to sting,
Rippin' you fuck ups apart
My bars considered a sin
I'm in it to bring a grimace and spit
The rigorous will
Of a Syllable king
Shimmy and swing,
Your beats are ringing and tinny as piss
You idiot give a million kids
Tinnitus, shit
How can I sit here and listen to to this?
Trust me, you don't give me nothing,
You're bluffing, the stuff that you bring don't convince me a bit
I crush em and pull out the stuffin'
I duff em and rush em,
and Hit em with Fists
No discussion its done
I'm just punching you bums
At my limit and Sick of this shit
Sick of this shit
Aint nothing equivalent
Take your free ticket
And rip it to bits
you sniveling hippys that spit
got crustys that sit on your Shriveling syphilis dicks
But everything is love , it really it is well,
It was all love,
'til you caught feelings like a bitch now

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