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Coming straight from the primordial ooze

Walking out to a chorus of boos, most awful of moods

Don't need anything to shorten my fuse

A live wire fire pouring water over the fumes

And you don't wanna be, top report all over the news

But you're gonna be, cannit be copied, there's only one of me

Former child prodigy: style and ideology

Once I've gone clear I'm siding with Scientology

The pie's been split, they sliced it all wrongingly

Then throw shade from right beneath the money tree

They used to hide, currently don't mind doing it publicly

I am not discouraged, my eyes still on the currency

Everyone's a no one until they get killed by somebody

And it could be anybody, streets are a like a slot machine

If I go, I'll at least take a few coppers with me

Nothings gonna change without a fuckin' jackpot Lottery winning

Everything's a competition

You must've lost because I didn't

'Bout to take your head off just to stop it spinning, this is

Everything a song of yours I'm guessing probably isn't

Cannot be bothered with stopping and helping you like a shop assistant, wait

M-M-Max to the Gavins, new album on the way

RuMaz album on the way, yous have had a lot to say

These cringy captions on Insta, it's like they've got it made

These little Tommys and Molly-Maes, we're not the same

Used to go to the field with 6 tinnies

Split it between 4, that's all that we could afford

Not saying that we were poor, just products of where we were

One the most ignored, regions inside these borders

Thinking back looking at all the frittered quarters

Bank account littered with corpses, like a morgue is

Now how the hell am I supposed to get a mortgage?

Doors bin closed on iz, wages been frozen and

Brrrr, winters got cold on iz, ah

Been through a blizzard, that's snow on iz

This run I'm 'bout to go on will have your jaws droppin

On the touchline like "Go Forrest"

And I'm no Johnson, Scarpa or Gibbs-White

And you don't want problems, so just scarper and live life

Gigs where you can't even get inside

Place packed to the back like Shark Bar on wing night

Did I like your EP? Narrr it's a bit shite

Dead beats like you're not a part of your kids life

There's no point, why are you starting? You're this high

This is gonna look like when Carlton and Will fight

I bark and I will bite, barbarian with it

Call a spade a spade and then bury you with it

Chop it off just to stop your head from spinning

Man like Max stay winning