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[formerly know as CHIPMUNK] "Foul"
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[Verse 1:] I never once said fuck grime, The clock kept ticking I just moved with the times. I'm smarter that's why I do better, So don't act clever, The insound changed I never. I mc on anything I want, I spit on something wack, I make it something hot. I got everything these mcs slightly want, so not one of you noughts could ever make me cross. My mouth wasn't born with a silver spoon in, Not everybody made it in the hood I grew in. I'm still so young but I've achieved so much, It probably hurts alot of grown men see me moving and as with all the little boys, well there just little boys. I got a massive buzz, your making little noise. I love all my fans especially the girls and to everyone who loves me, I love me aswell. [Chorus:] This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar. This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar P.s I'm a star. [Verse 2:] I'm a shampoo above ya Yeah head and shoulders I'm trynna be the coolest They trynna be the rolex Lighting for the cameras For what I wouldn't notice N and add a J B b above I'm super duper cool I am never on the hype I'm super duper fly Who they know it's might I come through all the tones They're plain but nice Pimp down the side just to see tiny red stripe Oh I really know how to be is myself I never try to change in my inner it's just the self I wanted to by famous I I I wanted lost of trainers used to see up through a pairs Now I buy the whole shelves A lot of things have changed since back in the day The best chance of life I got now is my face One man soldier, I'm in my own lane So be amused impossible enjoyning me the saint [Chorus:] This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar. This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard. (Let me cut the voice, Check, check it, listen) [Verse 3:] I'm not a postman prick I don't need to know what you postcode is And don't tell me you're on your ting Nigga I ain't trynna know what your ting is See the priest talk I ain't trynna listen Monk said cannot they wanna dizz it But you can't talk a lots man you violated what happened cock coincidently he's missing And I'm just saying I am not plant I meant rare plant We are A R And you're just aren't As in are not You're not Jesus You're not flee Certainly you're not me So don't dizzy me if you can't make a better song And if you ain't see man you got the letters wrong Cash motivation we go hard, fuck the alphabet minus A R [Chorus:] This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards (go on) Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar (yeah) This beat is Foul Deserves ten yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard Nigga fuck you I'm a star.
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