Lunar C, Bellisful - StillSkint lyrics
[Lunar C, Bellisful - StillSkint lyrics]
It's the adventures of Rumple
Still SkinNnNnnt
I sold my soul to the devil but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
I work 5 days a week but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
I'm ripping off the taxman but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
It's rumple stillskint
I chug a keg of whisky
With a hundred pills in
Fall asleep and mumble ill things
Cussin' like your uncles children
I hot box a dog kennel mashed with
A heap of weed and crack
I'm so big headed I stand on stage and
Ask if I even need to rap
Being the baddest to me, is an easy task
I flow like the blood
Of a vascular haemophiliac
I don't fight fair
I spark a cripple and punch a toddler out of
It's high chair cos I write my lines there
I'm so aggy even I'm scared
My mind's bare fucked up
My day dreams are nightmares
Why the fuck should I care
What you wack rhymers'll think
If I'm pissed up rockin a ripped tux
And a black tie when I'm skint
Trying to act like I'm a pimp
Walking two steps in front of a bitch
With a black eye and a limp
Crabs, lice, fat thighs
Backside and a squint grim
When they tried to Christen me
I managed to squirt turps
Pulled a zippo out of my nappy
And watched the church burn
By my third birthday I knew I was a pervert
Crawling under birds skirts and
Snorting up my sherbert
I made this verse meditating in the cave
Hidden from a biter so it's wrote in sanscrit
You know I'm sick from the
Cradle to the grave
Cos I jumped from a moses basket
And chobbed in an open casket
You rappers got me bored like Satan with the
Same code of practice as a Roman Catholic
Catch a swollen fat lip if
You don't react quick
Since I was a chubby pipsqueak as young
As 6 I was hate driven
All the other kids mothers didn't
Let me play with em
Once I gripped a felt tip and
Coloured in a shaved kitten that's true
On my grandma's life I ain't shitting
I'm the product of growin up on the
Dole in great britian council estate living
Under aged drinking, cocaine sniffing
Gettin blazed pillin off my face tripping
Every page written stems from
A flashback or a
Vague vision of when I was takin em
You can't see how my
Plague stricken brain's ticking
So my main mission stays hidden
I'm a straight killin crazed
Villain necking 'steds
And eating fast till my cape's ripping
When I'm vexed I wield an axe and roam
The wretched streets of Bradford
And chase women
I'm a necrophiliac, I've been grave digging
Spade dripping aids ridden blood
From my rape victims
Still SkinNnNnnt
I sold my soul to the devil but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
I work 5 days a week but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
I'm ripping off the taxman but I'm
Still SkinNnNnnt
It's rumple stillskint
I chug a keg of whisky
With a hundred pills in
Fall asleep and mumble ill things
Cussin' like your uncles children
I hot box a dog kennel mashed with
A heap of weed and crack
I'm so big headed I stand on stage and
Ask if I even need to rap
Being the baddest to me, is an easy task
I flow like the blood
Of a vascular haemophiliac
I don't fight fair
I spark a cripple and punch a toddler out of
It's high chair cos I write my lines there
I'm so aggy even I'm scared
My mind's bare fucked up
My day dreams are nightmares
Why the fuck should I care
What you wack rhymers'll think
If I'm pissed up rockin a ripped tux
And a black tie when I'm skint
Trying to act like I'm a pimp
Walking two steps in front of a bitch
With a black eye and a limp
Crabs, lice, fat thighs
Backside and a squint grim
When they tried to Christen me
I managed to squirt turps
Pulled a zippo out of my nappy
And watched the church burn
By my third birthday I knew I was a pervert
Crawling under birds skirts and
Snorting up my sherbert
I made this verse meditating in the cave
Hidden from a biter so it's wrote in sanscrit
You know I'm sick from the
Cradle to the grave
Cos I jumped from a moses basket
And chobbed in an open casket
You rappers got me bored like Satan with the
Same code of practice as a Roman Catholic
Catch a swollen fat lip if
You don't react quick
Since I was a chubby pipsqueak as young
As 6 I was hate driven
All the other kids mothers didn't
Let me play with em
Once I gripped a felt tip and
Coloured in a shaved kitten that's true
On my grandma's life I ain't shitting
I'm the product of growin up on the
Dole in great britian council estate living
Under aged drinking, cocaine sniffing
Gettin blazed pillin off my face tripping
Every page written stems from
A flashback or a
Vague vision of when I was takin em
You can't see how my
Plague stricken brain's ticking
So my main mission stays hidden
I'm a straight killin crazed
Villain necking 'steds
And eating fast till my cape's ripping
When I'm vexed I wield an axe and roam
The wretched streets of Bradford
And chase women
I'm a necrophiliac, I've been grave digging
Spade dripping aids ridden blood
From my rape victims