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lyrics
VERSE 1:
In your memory-
I’ma burn a candle, gulping Jack Daniels/ Kick a bitch in her cunt, jack her fucking bangles/ The child my cunt of a Dad failed to fucking strangle/ Sick enough to grip the blade and stab you with the handle/ I’m fresh out of jail from a five, with my head high/ Plotting like a crook, trying to get my head right/ To be with my son and daughter, hold them dead tight/ But I’m on a crooked path and I don’t fucking tread right/ My dead eyes scream tales of hatred, look/ I dash it back at the judge for throwing the fucking book/ Grew up in a prison cell and never got shook/ Kids played Pokémon, I played with wraps and hooks/ And I ain’t talking music, I’m talking pure street shit/ Got told I’d never be shit, and you wonder why I speak sick/ You can’t comprehend the fucking demons that I sleep with/ And you wonder why I wake up in a bad mood, eat dick/ Spin my shit, pump this on your IPod/ Them other cock suckers ain’t got what I got/ So step it, rep it, flex them abs/ But that six pack won’t stop your flesh getting stabbed/ Yeah I’m rehabilitated but I still sip Beam/ Now I only fuck a chick if she’s sixteen/ IDs at the ready, and get me a drink love/ We ain’t gonna go steady, but I’ll get you to stink up/ Foul mouthed, like your old man found out/ His little princess has been rimming my bowls out/ Drop the beat, remember the old school/ Sipping Twenty-Twenty like a ghost I told you/ I spit sick, like words from a cup chick/ And you’ll gobble ‘em up quick, like a fat chick who sucks dick/ Trust it’s, about to go off/ Ladies and gentlemen it’s the return of the show off/ Kids for this music you need parental guidance/ ‘Cos it’s nothing but Alcohol, Sex ‘n’ Violence/ So all you punks listen up and hear me good/ I’ma leave cunts bleeding, period/
CHORUS:
Give me alcohol, give me sex/
Give me violence or give me death/
If I die, before I wake/
Write I did it my way, on my grave/
(Repeat)
VERSE 2:
Pissed on White Lighting, always fighting/ Bricks flying, bottles smashing and I’m knifing/ Force nice girls in to engagements and I’m wifing/ If I’m saying I’m faithful, bitch I’m lying/ ‘BOO’, tell your kids about Age/ The only time I use a condom’s to hide the DNA/ I’m blowing up in your face like home made grenades/ Hiding in a park with a mask of Michael's face/ I wear my heart on my sleeve and my sleeve’s got gonorrhea/ So next time I fall in love I’ll cut off the cunts ear/ Put it in a box and scream in it every night/ Granted I’m no artist, but I know what I like/ And yeah I admit, I’m a bit of a cunt/ But I don’t give a fuck, yeah I say what I want/ You don’t fucking like it, you can go and jump/ On Fritzl's tongue like his son when his drunk/ This is my music and I’m causing a scandal/ Fucking up the Underground like a graffiti vandal/ I plan to make you all sick/ I’m the best thing you’ve clicked since one cup and two chicks/
CHORUS:
Give me alcohol, give me sex/
Give me violence or give me death/
If I die, before I wake/
Write I did it my way, on my grave/
(Repeat)
Give me alcohol, give me sex/
Give me violence or give me death/
If I die, before I wake/
Write I did it my way, on my grave/
(Repeat)
Kraze Kingston's Studio Sessions. I feature on the song Conservatives (Get The Fuck Out) and gave a preview from my 3rd and final CD in TELL IT LIKE IT IS. FREE DOWNLOADSSS AGER