Stillskint Lyrics

Stillskint by Lunar C

• 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

• 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

• 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

• 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

• 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

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