Lunar C – Stillskint Lyrics
Lyrics
Chorus
- 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 rippin off the taxman but I'm
- Still SkinNnNnnt
Verse 1
- 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 its 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 terps
- 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
Chorus
- 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 rippin off the taxman but I'm
- Still SkinNnNnnt
Verse 2
- 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 shittin
- I'm the product of growin up on the dole in great britian council estate living
- Under aged drinking, cocaine sniffin
- Gettin blazed pillin off my face trippin
- 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
Chorus
- 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 rippin off the taxman but I'm
- Still SkinNnNnnt