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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'
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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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