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gasp (glasgow) - i'll pick you up at ate lyrics

(poltergeist 2018)
suck my d+ck
if meet ever we would, would you need a minute?
come a wee bit closer
a bit more + f+ck you!
you ain’t done what i’ve done, dude
f+ck lube
you rappers are gettin daddy’s d+ck
raw baby (spit) one+two

i think you think that i think you’ve got bars
“that’s it! i can’t spit, i’ve cracked it! i’m off to the pop charts”
flow without content, you ever had to rethink it?
i mean tae clouds got direction of movement but you can’t exactly drink it
a lot of people extremely surprised i’m still alive (doubt i was)
but i spent a decade puttin grams’n grams of sh+t behind my face like a fat c+nt

i’m talkin’ hospital wards, fighting impossible odds
hide in psychologically lost crime an’ paradoxical thoughts
as long as i caught rent, i was wastin’ every day god sent
livin’ life in a sewer ditch
full of male white proud and a cornbread

a day in my life back then would have made you cry tears
i’m still a weirdo though, why do you think i’ve been single for five years
and who tae f+ck is the spooky b+tch in the background?
i +hate+ that sound (that sound)
whoo!
i’ve always said “aye, you must’ve really made your dad proud, fancy a date, cow?”
“well it’s cool, i’ll catch you when you come back ’round”
what’s crazy is the dog, but she says i’m sick
i just cannae wait until i’m dead and every c+nt’s playin’ my sh+t

i’m a scotch in the scottish rap press (pressure) feedin’ disease
hear the case: pablo escobar falls up my nose every time i need to sneeze
ah+shoot!
tonight matthew, i’m goin’ to be bad news
black shoes, beheadin’ anybody that’s playin a set on sam hughes

oooooohh!
that’s an obscure one, regular people, they can’t know the good fun (good fun)
and only the light f+ckin’ these days, but you probably should run
i’ve already fully demonstrated that i’m truly dedicated
to putting myself alive, dead two years ago
and was prematurely excavated

f+ck it ragin’, it’s me
an’ oh, how only a fraction of you understand the stuff i’m sayin, man
four days it took place, found one: the tough+ the toughest canadian
basically i’m hard as f+ck, somethin’ invincible
i teach a thrash time an’ i move on to know to cookin’ and stickin’++
i’m the princ+p+l (raw shots!)
i’d kneel more proud, my flow rolls ’til the whole town’s admissable
i’m miserable so come and f+cking k!ll me, c+nt, if you’re that criminal
so let’s date then, i’m no big catch if you know what i mean
i cook, i clean, got a big d+ck an’ impeccable hygiene (impeccable hygiene)
i also have a borderline personality disorder and hear voices, it’s kinda neat (we talk to you)
oh yeah, and i also drink 6 tae 7 bottles of wine a week (haha, drink)

and one sec+
who tae f+ck are you c+nts tuggin’?
one sip and i’m so next spin, i’m in bird sh+t
so less than a pigeon’s face, i’ve won awards for diggin’ graves
i’ve been bringin’ flame since we used to live in caves
i had to look after my personality while in nature, it was strange

you had to go and misbehave, you should see my fridge
it contains her remains
bits of brains, lungs flayed
trippy veins, i’m only happy when i can p+ss away
basically can’t f+ck, i mean i also came here, bring the pain
i’m a f+ckin wal+mart wu+tang (woo ha!)

the cold filthy narc says i like to take sh+t too far
i’m gasp, i run this godforsaken sh+tshow but i don’t know who you are
apart from another c+nt to stick in the boot of my new car

bootin’ it down now, seventy four, on the way to yer ma’s house
b+lls out ready, eggs in my sacks in a santa claus suit
you better watch out, you better not cry, i’m tellin’ you why
cause a man’s very dangerous when he’s ready to die
help us escape the um, uh, creepy woman, it’ll be f+ckin’ great
just sing once makin’ fun, please?
(hahaha)
lovely, he’ll pick you up at ate

- gasp glasgow lyrics

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