Slime
Yup... Here we go
And it's a shame all these fakes sound the fuckin' same
And these days I'm the only one to get the blame
And it's a mess, leeches put me to the test
Blood sucking fuckers, back stabbing till the end
You make me sick. Fake to your very core
I'm makin' sure that your buried corpse is very worn
Not worth the time. Not worth a fucking breath.
You're fuckin' slime, time to get it off my fuckin' chest
I'll rearrange, followers with no brains
Still the same, Mister Copycat, Mister Fake
Mister Rap. Mister stab you in the back
Mister sob story, yeah I call you Mister Whack
Oh he's so grimey (I wanna be a rapper)
Oh he's so slimey (I wanna meet the rapper)
Oh he's untouchable, Mister un-trustable
Get the fuck away from me because I've had a gut full
So here we go. Hear it on the stereo.
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I'm dry
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
So here we go. Hear it on the stereo
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I die
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
Mister brag. Mister never had... A fuckin' problem
Mister had a Mum and Dad
Missing out, yeah I'm sick of missing out
Missing now, your front teeth, I'll fist em' out
I'ma scream, I'ma do my fuckin' thing
And they hate it, yeah they say what's up with him
But I'ma shine over all these dark times
Don't fuck with mine. Or I'ma break your fuckin' spine
Watching me, Watching what I'm gunna do
They fired shots, yeah, but we're staying bullet proof
They try to stop me. Yeah, they try to kill me too
But I survive, I rise up every fuckin' time
I'll rearrange, followers with no brains
Still the same, Mister Copycat, Mister Fake
Mister Rap. Mister stab you in the back
Mister sob story, yeah I call you Mister Whack
Oh he's so grimey (I wanna be a rapper)
Oh he's so slimey (I wanna meet the rapper)
Oh he's untouchable, Mister un-trustable
Get the fuck away from me because I've had a gut full
So here we go. Hear it on the stereo.
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I'm dry
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
So here we go. Hear it on the stereo
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I die
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
Slime
Slime
Slime
I can't fuckin' stand you
Slime
Slime
Slime
I can't fuckin' stand you
Here we go. Hear it on the stereo
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I'm dry
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
Here we go. Hear it on the stereo
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I die
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
And it's a shame all these fakes sound the fuckin' same
And these days I'm the only one to get the blame
And it's a mess, leeches put me to the test
Blood sucking fuckers, back stabbing till the end
You make me sick. Fake to your very core
I'm makin' sure that your buried corpse is very worn
Not worth the time. Not worth a fucking breath.
You're fuckin' slime, time to get it off my fuckin' chest
I'll rearrange, followers with no brains
Still the same, Mister Copycat, Mister Fake
Mister Rap. Mister stab you in the back
Mister sob story, yeah I call you Mister Whack
Oh he's so grimey (I wanna be a rapper)
Oh he's so slimey (I wanna meet the rapper)
Oh he's untouchable, Mister un-trustable
Get the fuck away from me because I've had a gut full
So here we go. Hear it on the stereo.
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I'm dry
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
So here we go. Hear it on the stereo
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I die
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
Mister brag. Mister never had... A fuckin' problem
Mister had a Mum and Dad
Missing out, yeah I'm sick of missing out
Missing now, your front teeth, I'll fist em' out
I'ma scream, I'ma do my fuckin' thing
And they hate it, yeah they say what's up with him
But I'ma shine over all these dark times
Don't fuck with mine. Or I'ma break your fuckin' spine
Watching me, Watching what I'm gunna do
They fired shots, yeah, but we're staying bullet proof
They try to stop me. Yeah, they try to kill me too
But I survive, I rise up every fuckin' time
I'll rearrange, followers with no brains
Still the same, Mister Copycat, Mister Fake
Mister Rap. Mister stab you in the back
Mister sob story, yeah I call you Mister Whack
Oh he's so grimey (I wanna be a rapper)
Oh he's so slimey (I wanna meet the rapper)
Oh he's untouchable, Mister un-trustable
Get the fuck away from me because I've had a gut full
So here we go. Hear it on the stereo.
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I'm dry
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
So here we go. Hear it on the stereo
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I die
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
Slime
Slime
Slime
I can't fuckin' stand you
Slime
Slime
Slime
I can't fuckin' stand you
Here we go. Hear it on the stereo
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I'm dry
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
Here we go. Hear it on the stereo
You fuckin' hate it. Save it we already know
You're fuckin' slime. Use me up until I die
Nothing but slime. Wasting all my fuckin' time
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Writer(s): Rhys Hadfield
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