Teeth

Yeah, big up Donald Trump

Cows in the slaughterhouse, yeah, covered in stuff

Missed our grandfathers, grans

Toothless idiots

Doris, suck your relatives

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Wanker, in a pie

Still

Puffing the purple till I'm drowsy and mute still

Stuck in the circle yet I'm out of the loop

Spouting abuse, drownin' in the fountain of youth

As powder and puke surround me when I'm out with the troops

So how do you do? 'Low me a twos

I'm on the wrong track

Pulling short straws from a sorcerer's top hat

Calling from stopgap to boredom to stopgap

Like I'm blowing my nose and snorting the snot back

Circulating the earth, regurgitating the worms

The birds are making me worse, I'm hating their chirps

But loving the peace

Hating the work, but loving the peace

Maybe it's worth becoming a freak

Stuck on repeat

Stains on my shirt, mud on my sheets

See me spraying this verse with blood on my teeth

As my cranium burst and smothers the street

I keep faith in the world and my tongue in my cheek

It's deep

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best leave me the next CD

We'll leave you rotting lifeless

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best believe me, the next CD

Will leave you rotting lifeless

Look

Here's a list of the things I could never quite say

When the deadly primates on the heavy night days

Man I'm sweating nitrates, and forgetting my name

And so I, shove another fucking gret in my face

Can I get a light? Safe

I'm a keep spitting till the end of my days

Till I'm dead and white, wait

Alright babes? It's getting quite late

Tryna link chicks cheaper than the better by range

Best respect a nice date

Man I'm known to be, sitting lean in my home with some potent leaves

I'm so sick that the devil sold his soul to me

You know my steez so please folks smoke my beef

I've got a scene full of jokers and hopeless freaks

I've got a team full of blokes with a show to teeth

Got CDs to promote and a nose to keep clean

Unless it's hoes, Gs of coke for free

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best leave me the next CD

We'll leave you rotting lifeless

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best believe me, the next CD

Will leave you rotting lifeless

I walk unafraid of the torture I face

You can talk all day and I'll ignore what you say

I adore what you make mate, of course get it made

But I'm bored of the same set of thoughts you've displayed

It's awkward, I make beats and talk like I'm great

Get applauded, the rave's never short of a mate

And yet I'm snoring, yawning

Conformist is caught in a storm

Thinking law isn't yours to be born with

His storm's in a teacup

And war when we speak up

Beat up the doorman and brawl till the police come

It's portion to meet son

Drawing with each gun

And I ain't sure if I'll store what they teach us

Until police comes I'll chew on that forbidden fruit

Pick and choose from this picture that I wish I drew

It isn't win or lose

I think it's live and prove

You ain't the sickest just because you're in the biggest shoes

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best leave me the next CD

We'll leave you rotting lifeless

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best believe me, the next CD

Will leave you rotting lifeless