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Chat your fraff
Man some days all I can be fucked to say is 'safe bruv'
Or 'give me more sticky draw come we blaze an eighth up'
But some days I hear more rappers talk like their thoughts matter
Pouring appallingly poor chatter
Them days you couldn't shut me up with a claw hammer
Pummelling my jaw to a sore sack of raw grammar
And if this day was your day
Why would it be sitting in my palm as I write bars on your face
My forte is four day benders in war paint
We're all great friends 'til the dawn break
Sure mate
Let's all wait in line
And watch your reign end in a short space of time
I'm a Shmorgers boarder all's that raw
A torn the four shore to shore
Storms that form when I talk
Give me more and more por favour
Cause my appetite's hacking like swords of war
I'm like is that you beneath that suit of breeze
Or just a huge heap of what you used to be
Man my whole crew's deep with the gruesome speech
But I ain't never seem a key-key a music scene
But I ain't losing sleep
Cruise the streets with gruesome beats
That mutant freaks consume in me
So peace
That's my cue to leave
2MS and SMB
We're the crew to beat
Chat your fraff
Chat your fraff
Man the fraff that I'm chatting stays champion
Jam'll write lines while your maggots stay cracking 'em
Please chat your fraff
Just chat your fraff
You know the fraff that I'm chatting stays champion
I munched up the planet then I spat it straight back to 'em
Man some days all I can be fucked to say's 'fuck that'
'Give me that skunk back, back to the scum wrap'
One bad apple in the batch could corrupt that
Tatty rags rocking drug habit like a crutch
And it's fucked that some'll never get their subtle touch back
Sat in a dump tap
Pummelling a punch bag
This is Icarus the sun spat back
So cut that you could never give me a nut slag
It goes snip cut chop
Now I'm ballin' free
From the floors and the ceilings I'm caught between
I ain't a bit fucked off man I'm bored of me
But not as bored as I'm bored of this boring scene so
Talk your briefs small talk is cheap
And some days that's all you'll afford to eat
Man my crew's balls deep in the rawest meat
That I found on the mortuary floors I sweep
Aborted foetus caught in my claws and teeth
Torn to pieces when the four horsemen speak
We don't pause to breeze so don't pause to beef
Cause I'm ruined like the storms that I walk beneath
Please, fall off like an autumn leaf
I'll keep it short and sweet like the whores I piece
So peace
Cause that's all from me
Mr Key
CP can I get a chorus please
Chat your fraff
Chat your fraff
Please, chat your fraff
Just chat your fraff
Man some days all I can be fucked to say is 'yeah mate!'
Suffocate and stare straight
Slumped on a chair
And most days I'm drunk chatting jumble like I'm bare safe
Rare-rare-rare-ing in your face on the staircase
A scared state, straight hoping that I don't slip
Vocally I float and blow shit from my ghost ship
A known prick ripping dope shows in my shit clothes
Kicking little kids in their ribs with my big toes
Clicking all my piss-ridden fingers at the disco
It's Jimbo
Spitting piss and shit at your windows
I aint quick with my lyrics, I'm a bit slow
Scribbling a whole bunch of visions 'til it hits home
So give that a listen
My shit's hit and miss
So I sit back and glisten with a big sack of piss in
Gobshite Dikestar on it with the small talk
Coughin' up rotten steak boggin' it on all fours
Chat your fraff
Chat your fraff
Man the fraff that I'm chatting stays champion
Jam'll write lines while your maggots stay cracking 'em
Please chat your fraff
Just chat your fraff
You know the fraff that I'm chatting stays champion
I munched up the planet then I spat it straight back to 'em
Some days all I can be fucked to do is wake up
Sit about in my house bun a zoot and take drugs
Some days I'll be running through a bait club
Drunk on booze tryna smudge a groupie's makeup
These days fuck I still traipse the streets
From A to B
Tryna find a place to sleep
But fuck the pavement I'll break in and stay for weeks
And I'm bringing all that Contact Play with me
The vagrant fleet of wastemen we aim to please
I'll be staining your sheets or your lady's cheek
It's all the same to me so let me say my piece
Cause basically
The whack stuff it ain't for me
Oi Baxter, we ain't just a crew to beat
We're the crew to beat bruises in stupid creeps
And useless teams of wankers we're doomed to meet
I see through your abusive speech
Cause now I'm twice as fucking nice as what I used to be
And every time I touch the mic it's just a truth I speak CP
Yeah we do this and soon you'll see
2MS and SMB
Get to boot it please
Chat your fraff
Chat your fraff
Please chat your fraff
Just chat your fraff
Chat your fucking fraff to me
Chat your fraff
Chat your fraff to me
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