When it comes to booze and sh**, I refuse to quit
Coz I'd still be spittin', sittin' in pools of sick
I'm endin' ya foolish clique, when my fuse is lit
Huggin' a crate of dynamite with the fuses lit
After endin' foes with bombs I live it up
And watch a TV stacked on top
Three broken ones
I know I'm wrong, but I'm still right
Throwin' bombs
Don't live no ill life
I'm bu*tin in ya sick cypher like a nuffing guy
Turn my head, chat ya bird up and joke
"It would have been stupid not to try"
Jack ya pot supply
To slap you in the face
In the span of a month
I'll sell it back to you in eighths
Mate, you ain't solo
You're on your bill
And if you hate me now
When I'm sober you'll probly want me k**ed
I break mics
And I agree, it's probly selfish
When I say "I hate life,"
I mean somebody else's
Their props are helpless
At least keep an ounce of dignity
No amount of kissin' Lee's a** is
Convincin' me that you ain't sh** to me
And I ain't sh**, in fact
I'm so ugly on the inside
If I held my chest x-ray up to a mirror it'd crack
Vision nap
I'm what you think's a wrap
Pickin scraps
The mission back with a fake ticket
I've got a cricket bat, but I don't play cricket
And I don't drink tea, but I may spill it where you stand
Like I didn't know I had the skin scarrin' hot liquid in my hand
I was a sick kid, bumpin' Gravediggaz
Diggin' graves with the same scissors that you slit your wrists with
I'm listed as arrogant
A misfit who's adamant
You looked at me[?]
Other f**in' direction when you look at me
Got bored, bought a bag
Forever fiendin'
The sort of lad with depression breedin' in his mental region
My thoughts are more than bad
I'm at the end of reason
Pennin' beatins even the f**in' devil's feelin'
Lit fuse, dynamite that's ready to blow
Time bomb, set to explode, with seconds to go
Lit fuse, dynamite that's ready to blow
Time bomb, set to explode, at the end of your show