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    Yo
    You're all reading it
    Balls deep believing it
    All catching feelings, but you call me the idiot
    I don't receive a bit of peace of any breeze you spit
    But somehow you all seem to dream without a decent kip

    I guess my words mean more than I thought
    But I'm ignorant as fuck with the torture I sport
    Cause you to applaud and snorkel through the portion of pork
    To get your grubby little paws on my porcelain sword

    With all mechanisms, force fed whatever's given
    Television, internet and episodes of Better Livin'
    You better give in to the telephones and clever trickin'
    Tescos are well ahead of anything, you're ever biggin'

    It's less forgiving, man it's business at best
    So we're best to get a rhythm singing lyrics of death
    I quiver with stress
    Thinking how my kids will accept this shitty mess that we live in as we give it to them

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    It's all poetry, everything I speak seems to focus me
    A total belief explodes from a potion of hope and peace
    I cross my fingers, hope to die when I float inside and skydive a solar systems sky with my open eyes
    Keep following, I'm phewing like it's funny
    But don't spit the dummy
    And go ring your mummy

    One man, one tongue, one rusty headless shit
    And somehow you cunt flaps have all come to wrestle it

    I go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah in your ears prick
    Weird kid, simbots and click while the tears drip
    It isn't fun getting tackled by a stripper's mum who's risen up a kid to suck a dick like he's a bit of fun

    Mrs dump, why you trying to justify it?
    The only simple answer is your job, you havn't done it right
    Better luck another time, see you in another life
    My fan base is massive, you're embarrassing your grobby mind

    Fuck my life, you care more than I do
    You come to get respect and if we met I wouldn't like you
    More like I spite you, get pissed and bite you
    Incite every member of your crew with a knife too

    This song is for all the sensitive people
    All you tramps, baron, sensitive weird fuckers
    With no skin
    Just muscle tissue
    Sensitive bones
    Weak brains
    No personality, characterless
    Peen receivers

    Chatting bare cheddar for the fun of it
    Some people seem to think that that's a bit off key
    Brother if you ain't having no fun go home
    Son your so glum
    Chatting bare cheddar for the fun of it
    Some people seem to think that that's a bit off key
    Brother if you ain't having no fun go home
    But son, I love this bit
    Give a fuck, you can suck a dick

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    Composition: Catching Flies and Dirty Dike

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