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    Yeah, big up Donald Trump
    Cows in the slaughterhouse, yeah, covered in stuff
    Missed our grandfathers, grans
    Toothless idiots
    Doris, suck your relatives
    Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Wanker, in a pie

    Still
    Puffing the purple till I'm drowsy and mute still
    Stuck in the circle yet I'm out of the loop
    Spouting abuse, drownin' in the fountain of youth
    As powder and puke surround me when I'm out with the troops
    So how do you do? 'Low me a twos
    I'm on the wrong track
    Pulling short straws from a sorcerer's top hat
    Calling from stopgap to boredom to stopgap
    Like I'm blowing my nose and snorting the snot back
    Circulating the earth, regurgitating the worms
    The birds are making me worse, I'm hating their chirps
    But loving the peace
    Hating the work, but loving the peace
    Maybe it's worth becoming a freak
    Stuck on repeat
    Stains on my shirt, mud on my sheets
    See me spraying this verse with blood on my teeth
    As my cranium burst and smothers the street
    I keep faith in the world and my tongue in my cheek
    It's deep

    It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
    Best leave me the next CD
    We'll leave you rotting lifeless
    It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
    Best believe me, the next CD
    Will leave you rotting lifeless

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    Look
    Here's a list of the things I could never quite say
    When the deadly primates on the heavy night days
    Man I'm sweating nitrates, and forgetting my name
    And so I, shove another fucking gret in my face
    Can I get a light? Safe
    I'm a keep spitting till the end of my days
    Till I'm dead and white, wait
    Alright babes? It's getting quite late
    Tryna link chicks cheaper than the better by range
    Best respect a nice date
    Man I'm known to be, sitting lean in my home with some potent leaves
    I'm so sick that the devil sold his soul to me
    You know my steez so please folks smoke my beef
    I've got a scene full of jokers and hopeless freaks
    I've got a team full of blokes with a show to teeth
    Got CDs to promote and a nose to keep clean
    Unless it's hoes, Gs of coke for free

    It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
    Best leave me the next CD
    We'll leave you rotting lifeless
    It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
    Best believe me, the next CD
    Will leave you rotting lifeless

    I walk unafraid of the torture I face
    You can talk all day and I'll ignore what you say
    I adore what you make mate, of course get it made
    But I'm bored of the same set of thoughts you've displayed
    It's awkward, I make beats and talk like I'm great
    Get applauded, the rave's never short of a mate
    And yet I'm snoring, yawning
    Conformist is caught in a storm
    Thinking law isn't yours to be born with
    His storm's in a teacup
    And war when we speak up
    Beat up the doorman and brawl till the police come
    It's portion to meet son
    Drawing with each gun
    And I ain't sure if I'll store what they teach us
    Until police comes I'll chew on that forbidden fruit
    Pick and choose from this picture that I wish I drew
    It isn't win or lose
    I think it's live and prove
    You ain't the sickest just because you're in the biggest shoes

    It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
    Best leave me the next CD
    We'll leave you rotting lifeless
    It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
    Best believe me, the next CD
    Will leave you rotting lifeless

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    Composición: Gareth Davies, Catching Flies, Dirty Dike y Jacob Lloyd

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