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Дата выпуска: 26.09.2019
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Язык песни: Английский
Self Diagnosis |
Let me give you my Self Diagnosis, Well, I am dopeness |
As I wrote this, I could smell my opponents |
Sly aromas, held by a nose sniff |
Even when I’m hell tired you can tell I am focused |
I just wanna sell my emotions on a beat but leak myself via Trojans |
Broke as a self-hired coach is |
With a flow so explosive, it could melt fire hoses |
Ball breakers, yes you’re all fakers |
Only thing worse than chairs & crawl spaces |
Is going to a venue you got your show with |
I’m claustrophobic, scared of small places |
If anyone stares it all changes |
Psyche Ward cunt, prepare to brawl, haters |
Yeah I brawl naked, I don’t care if it’s fair |
& I’m very aware it’s all ages |
Fame grower, blazing flame blower |
We ain’t the same bro it’s a shame your lane’s slower |
You’re aiming way lower, I’ve changed the game yo |
I’m the strange insane flower, amazing brain blower |
I ain’t Noah, but brah I’ve been flooded |
Rep getting bigger than Cardi B’s butt in some dardy jeans |
Strutting to R & B covers, but more fucked than Charlie Sheen’s blood is |
Fuck it, imma threat it might seem |
Even though, I’m just repping my scene |
Rappers getting mad cause their fans recognise me |
I could use my YouTube as my second I. D |
Yeah you better get some better Nikes if you ever try step in my league, I see |
These other guys getting all the hype, please |
They gotta sound good when I let em bite me |
I’ve been |
Legendary since Mum had to go get ten caesareans just to get me out |
Then to swear me in, made the doctor go vegetarian |
Said we’re scaring him, can’t blame ya doc |
As soon as it’s past eight o’clock I start shaking lots |
My last neighbour knocked & my brain stalled |
But it takes balls when you castrate a cock, what? |
I didn’t wanna see dudes die & I didn’t wanna seem too high |
Or get a fucking DUI but I’m guessing we don’t always get what we want |
Especially when it’s me who drives |
So look deep in my sweet blue eyes & you’ll see that Complete’s too wise |
If you’re keen for a beef dude fine, I’ll defeat you |
Even give you a re-do twice cause at least you tried |
You can get a Z+ for effort & get fucked, neck cut, beheaded |
You best just forget it, your rep sucks, less tough than feathers |
So rest up, next cunt who steps up can get it, deaded |
All this fucking net stuff’s pathetic |
You send us threats just to edit the text up, regret it |
Then stuff gets chucked on Reddit, they slept on me now |
Watch these bed bugs get shredded |
Yeah, I got a plan to assassinate |
Going more ham than platter plate |
Stand in this rapper’s way, imma be ramming the barricade |
Every other man’s more bland than a Carrot Cake |
I’ll throw your whole fam into traffic mate |
Slap the fake tan off your Nanna’s face & I would crack her safe |
I don’t give a damn if that I’m racking eight grand |
Imma spend it on a van & some Gaffer tape |
My shit is slick as it’s wicked, my wick is lit |
& my wit is horrific hitting your wicket, your chick is licking her lips |
& she picks to visit my gig cause |
My dick is sticky & thick & I’m quick to tic her a ticket |
Wishing to kick it, the bitch is fricking specific |
She’s sipping liquorice liquor & strippin, whispering «Hit it» |
I did it, shit I admit it, an inconsiderate bigot |
Imagine me tryna gradually stick a brick in a cricket |
I just wanna make music profound |
But it’s hard when there’s all of these intruders around, a stupid amount |
There’s too many losers to count |
I’ve been seeing less stars than my Uber account |
Yeah, I’m due for a crown, give me one bitch |
Cause I’m repping Perth City where the gritty cunts live |
I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it |
That’s my Self Diagnosis |
I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it |
That’s my Self Diagnosis |
I just smoke ciggie buts, titty fuck chicks bust spits & that’s pretty much it |
That’s my Self Diagnosis |