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Plan B
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Sik 2 Def
Che Che Che Che Check Yo, Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like I'm thick And I'm, Real tired of these bullshit guys they best go hide coz I'm lookin for em on the sly. Coz I've had it up to here, Right up to here Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style. slice of there ear, coz I've had enuff of bredders actin tough tryin ta get rough when it's obvious they aint rough enuff. Listen... I don't just talk the talk I walk it. That's why my mouth's always comin out with raw shit My rap style's distorted like lil mo getting rapped and keepin the baby instead of gettin it aborted Yo I talk morbid just to make you feel awkward. Deaths a part of life yo you just can't ignore it. Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like summat you thinks precious coz ya dead gran bought it. I talk so foul I talk so course I show no regret I show no remorse. Like a necromanic raping a corpse up the anal passage while contracting genital warts My metaphor's are twisted like that game where you gotta put that hob nob in ya gob if you the last one to come on the biscuit, I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about finding my mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slit And I'm... Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like I'm thick And I'm, Real tired of these bullshit guys they best go hide coz I'm lookin for em on the sly. Coz I've had it up to here, Right up to here Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style. slice of there ear, coz I've had enuff of bredders actin tough tryin ta get rough when it's obvious they aint rough enuff. You best... Buy a TV if you want me to stop. Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch It aint just pulp fiction and reservoir dogs It's irreversible there's my city of god It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box I'm seein paedophiles singing on top of the pops Garry glitter, Michael Jackson WHAT! On the net ken bigley got his neck tek off That's some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sick when I see this shit and I say exactly what I think That's some nasty shit and you don't ban it But you ban computer games, Summat round here really stinks What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink. Your disgraceful like gettin caught pissin in the sink. A white girl wont suck my dick just because it's pink And I'm... Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like I'm thick And I'm, Real tired of these bullshit guys they best go hide coz I'm lookin for em on the sly. Coz I've had it up to here, Right up to here Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style. slice of there ear, coz I've had enuff of bredders actin tough tryin ta get rough when it's obvious they aint rough enuff. Check It... The last verse is just as bad as the first. But compared to the second yo it's defenatly worse. Coz this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst. Let me do what nas did and tell that shit in reverse. The hirst brings the corpse back to the morgue. The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse Embalming fluid goes back out and blood goes back in Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again The medics walk backwards like an Irish dance Put the wounded man back in the am-bulance The ambulances engine turns back on and his lights flash as it plays his favourite song The guy goes back to the exact spot they found him and the medics and and all the passers by go back where they came from Till eventually No-one surrounds him And the blood pours up him rather than down him. The man then falls upwards back on his feet and stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street. He walks into the blade that cut his belly Then he holds his neck which was bleeding already. He removes his hand so you can see the cut. And as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up He unsays the words he said which were 'What The Fuck' And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut Then the blood from he severely severed ear crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears. As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear. Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear Then walks backwards thought the bushes where he's disregarding nature Who's the guy on the bench I'm reading his paper Takes the snail he stepped on back from it's creator Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later Back in his house now back in his bed He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head Take's the CD out the player and puts it back in it's case which has my name on the cover along with my face Fast forward there's been a murder and the police know who's done it. Not lookin for a motive coz they don't know why he done it. Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason and they publicly state it on TV that evening A couple of months later this shit gets banned Like it was me who put that switch in his hand and told him to kill that man. Like this whole song was some sickly devised plan to hurt some poor CUNT I don't even know and I've never met before in my life. The words whoever said 'the pen is mightier than the sword' was right so you better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight
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