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Turn them, turn the headphones down, turn the mic up Who the fuck am I talking to? It's only me here Mad Underdog season, it's back Uh, uh, yeah Hoo hoo hoo Give me some cro' I'm in the zone, the winner's home This is not your typical who's in the throne The killer's back and with the track, I'll slit his throat I'm a criminal, the critical, they call me go Yeah I'm insane, and my brain is clinical From when I was little, the living conditions were critical I was skipping school My teachers were miserable Now they wanna do a guest appearance in the dinner hall And tell the kids, obey the rules But the principal's got the same education he gave you and he ain't paid at all [?] tell that prick he can kiss my ballsack You can stick that in your political rap stigma you twat Alright let's bury the hatchet, do I look like Jeremy Paxman? Swear I'm fed up or rapping, it's very distracting If they acting then they spastics Damn bitch, I feel like Pablo in Narcos Walk inside the label like the owner's Neville Bartos Letras de canciones If not the raps, what is it then? (Then) I'm down for whatever, log-in and send (Send) You turn up in the club with a drink, I turn up with a 'Kov on a ped (Fuck you mean?) Come to my manor with gun chatter (Uh) Then get hit in the head with a bus hammer (Uh) What do you know about TMS and TN creps and tea and hats And it had to be tilted back or it was war because you wore that In the Audi and we can't afford to fill it up Plus the wheel is fucked Keep it 100, real as fuck In my villa, couldn't live [?] we've got big gorilla nuts Dick pics out then dig 'em out Bought a ticket to my gig Bought a ticket of my sniff I don't care which one you did Either way I'll big it up I'm the one that they ignore 'cause they can't stop But I'ma work my fucking little dirty Persian ass off Righteous, on the hype now Pocket five pound Oh my Highness, say your face so close to my dick In the skies now Anything to fit the right crowd I swear some of these mandem are fucking thick as bitches' eyebrows On my camera roll, some pics of chicks will raise your eyebrows Sometimes I'm by myself, I still surprise myself when I browse Can't believe my iCloud, one more thing before I sign out Mic said suck your mum, coming live from the hideout [x2] If not the raps, what is it then? (Then) I'm down for whatever, log-in and send (Send) You turn up in the club with a drink, I turn up with a 'Kov on a ped (Fuck you mean?) Come to my manor with gun chatter (Uh) Then get hit in the head with a bus hammer (Uh) What do you know about TMS and TN creps and tea and hats And it had to be tilted back or it was war because you wore that From Letras Mania