SNY - Verbal GBH 4 lyrics

[Verse 1] This world is in chaos, People are living in hell Dead bodies rotting on streets, Must be a sickening smell Usa is corrupted and Britain aswell But all these rappers care about is 'em cds hitting them shelves Commercial mcs yeah they're self absorbed , they're narcissistic, Them brainless c*nts just wanna be famous so they kiss arse and lick dick They're begging American rappers for features now I'd rather kick bricks, The whole music industry's evil Demonic, dark and twisted, So why would I want to be popular You bunch of inbred donkeys, 80% of this population are mindless brain dead zombies, So I don't care if you're not in to me, do y'know whats shocking to me, I used to rate these mcs and they left grime for the pop industry That makes them a grime scene traitor No one cares if you signed three majors, You snake, Grime scene traitor No one cares about your nike trainers Stop showing off you c*nt, Don't be so materialistic, Just be realistic, Deep down they're really sadistic, Okay then I'll rub the salt in, You're revolting, greedy and twisted You egotistical selfish c*nts, I can be mean and ballistic I'm a horrible man with a logical plan I can go deeper than liquid but I might stab 'em and tell some jokes, Either way i will leave them in stitches [Verse 2] I masturbate in public but no I don't mean wa*king I'm talking truth all day these other mcs they talk about shanking Wait, You must be thinking, He talks about shanking too f** off you c*nts, Im schizophrenic, Don't piss me off because I will shank you too And now I'm seeing these gruesome visions of watching mcs die I'll slice these mcs up into ribbons and watch these mcs cry There's levels to this, There's different divisions and all these mcs lie The egotistical brain dead c*nts Why do you mc, Why? Because you wanna be rich and famous Them attention seekers When I make tracks I'm talking facts, Relentless speaker I'm oh so controversial, I make music non commercial When I flow I'm synchronising and improvising, no long rehearsal You see them famous rappers, pretending their life is amazing It's all bullsh**, there's no full clip, don't believe it,they're all faking, they've got no rocket launcher, no tank or sniper rifle gun They're just normal, like me and you, so stop idolising them They sold their souls, now evil spirits hide inside of them Humanity's equal though, so this is my advice to them You can be successful with no label, you don't need their help Talk some truth, spread awareness, show compa**ion and be yourself