- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
Mr Traumatik
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Verbal GBH 4
This world is in chaos People are living in hell Dead bodies rotting on streets It must be a sickening smell The USA is corrupted... And Britain aswell But all these rappers care about is them CDs hittin' them shelves Commercial MCs, they're just self absorbed, they're narcissistic Them brainless cunts just wanna be famous so they kiss arse and lick dick They're begging American rappers for features... I'd rather kick bricks The whole music industry's evil, demonic, dark and twisted So why would I wanna be popular you bunch of inbred donkeys 80% of this population are mindless brain-dead zombies So I don't care if you're not into me D'you know what's shocking to me? I used to rate these MCs 'n' they left grime for the pop industry That makes them a grime scene traitor No one cares if you've signed 3 majors You snake, grime scene traitor No one cares about your Nike trainers Stop showing off you cunt, don't be so materialistic Just be realistic Deep down they're really sadistic Okay then I'll rub the salt in You're revolting, greedy 'n' twisted You egotistsical, selfish cunts I can be mean 'n' balistic I'm a horrible man with a logical plan I can go deep in the liquid but I might stab 'em and tell some jokes Either way I will leave 'em in stitches
I masturbate in public... But no I don't mean wanking I'm talking truth all day These other MCs they talk about shanking Wait you must be thinking: 'he talks about shanking too' もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com FUCK OFF you cunts I'm schizophrenic don't piss me off cos I'll shank you too Now I'm seeing these gruesome visions of watching MCs die I'll slice these MCs up into ribbons 'n' watch these MCs cry There's levels to this There's different division 'n' all these MCs lie They're egotistical brain-dead cunts Why do you MC? Why? Cos you wanna be rich 'n' famous Them attention-seekers When I make tracks I'm talkin' facts Relentless speaker I'm oh so controversial I make music non commercial When I flow I'm synchronising 'n' improvising, no long rehearsal You see those famous rappers Pretending their life is amazing It's all bullshit There's no full clip Don't believe it They're all fakers They ain't got no rocket launchers No tank or sniper rifle gun They're jus' normal like me 'n' you So stop idolising 'em They sold their souls Now evil spirits hide inside of 'em Humanity's equal though So this is my advice to 'em You can be successful, with no label You don't need their help Talk some truth, Spread awareness, Show compassion 'n' Be yourself
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