Paul White - Crisis lyrics

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Paul White - Crisis lyrics

Crisis Look It's the microscopic mutant Mutating out of this mucus they call grime music Peculiar facial features, facety, facing these facetious Fundamental fragments of horse manure, look, I ain't sh** Just the thought that I exist got 'em caught up like the Mayans Must've missed something out, cause I am sick, let's not water it down I don't want 'em to think I came from a dysfunctional house Even though my stepdad was cheating and I hope Gina's still f**ing him now Sorry, Mum, I have my reasons, I'm just venting out loud Trimetheus, Mr Calamity Mouth Making it look the easiest While bidding on Gumtree for Iggy Azalea's used sanitary towels Need a minute? Or should I drag this one out And make it seem as if I'm finishing on a good note And somehow actually sound like I give a sh** about the hood folk That didn't care about any of my attributes until now? I'm good, though And I would roam, play friends, but finding this music a good home In a secluded area's like being diagnosed with the Bubonic plague With a hint of malaria Only, I should know The word greaze doesn't sum up these various flows That I'm made to make hysteria with whilst I'm making jokes That you dare to call MCs in my presence Like they ain't just fish in my aquarium But on a celibate note They can't f** with me and major deserve some elephant jokes But luckily, I'm relevant, bro, you're stuck with me I may show up to a relative's home reluctantly To show 'em what causes a ruptured spleen So please mind that delicate nose When sticking it in my business like you pelicans know Something us Trimanosauruses don't Define lyrics Cause most thought December was cold, now grime's livid Cause I'm sh**ting on every genre I know, I ain't finished Take a minute to ask Dizzee if he's forgot he's from Bow Cause I'm living east side of the river and all his friends dem are broke But I ain't rich yet, ask Villain, we're depending on roach I'm k**ing it, please remember this goal Like Lily Allen's periods and Danniella Westbrook's nose Will remain oblivious to such an unorthodox troll Keep watching and wishing I weren't here And as daft as Vader in scope Who'd volunteer? Who wants to get shanked in the throat and hung from my terrace With a Crisis T nailed to their skull? Which reminds me I've been away for a moment Adding all these likkle names to my cauldron Who couldn't even write for me if I paid them Or if them winning meant I had to cut off my scrotum and draw myself a new A-hole Crisis