[Hook]
It's the adventures of Rumple
Still SkinNnNnnt
I sold my soul to the devil but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
I work 5 days a week but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
I'm ripping off the taxman but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
[Verse 1]
It's rumple stillskint
I chug a keg of whisky with a hundred pills in
Fall asleep and mumble ill things
Cussin like your uncles children
I hot box a dog kennel mashed with a heap of weed and crack
I'm so big headed I stand on stage and ask if I even need to rap
Being the baddest to me, is an easy task
I flow like the blood of a vascular haemophiliac
I don't fight fair
I spark a cripple and punch a toddler out of its high chair cos I write my lines there
I'm so aggy even I'm scared
My mind's bare f**ed up, my day dreams are nightmares
Why the f** should I care
What you wack rhymers'll think
If I'm pissed up rockin a ripped tux and a black tie when I'm skint
Trying to act like I'm a pimp
Walking two steps in front of a b**h with a black eye and a limp
Crabs, lice, fat thighs, backside and a squint
Grim
When they tried to Christen me I managed to squirt terps
Pulled a zippo out of my nappy and watched the church burn
By my third birthday I knew I was a pervert
Crawling under birds skirts and snorting up my sherbert
I made this verse meditating in the cave
Hidden from a biter so it's wrote in sanscrit
You know I'm sick from the cradle to the grave
Cos I jumped from a moses basket and chobbed in an open casket
You rappers got me bored like Satan with the same code of practice as a Roman Catholic
Catch a swollen fat lip if you don't react quick
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[Verse 2]
Since I was a chubby pipsqueak as young as 6 I was hate driven
All the other kids mothers didn't let me play with em
Once I gripped a felt tip and coloured in a shaved kitten
That's true, on my grandma's life I ain't sh**ting
I'm the product of growin up on the dole in great britian council estate living
Under aged drinking, c**aine sniffing
Gettin blazed pillin off my face tripping
Every page written stems from a flashback or a vague vision of when I was takin em
You can't see how my plague stricken brain's ticking
So my main mission stays hidden
I'm a straight k**in crazed villain necking 'steds and eating fast till my cape's ripping
When I'm vexed I wield an axe and roam the wretched streets of Bradford and chase women
I'm a necrophiliac, I've been grave digging, spade dripping aids ridden blood from my rape victims
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