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hock tu down - prozium peddlin' lyrics

[verse 1]
low esteem, seem shifty
my hobbies range from smokin’ green, to gettin’ out my face on cheap whisky
with your sister on e’s with me
drunk, lookin’ like i’ve done somethin’
f-ck puttin’ another person’s feelings first
to tell you how shallow i am requires an explanation too deep for words
the hopeless artist, mostly dream of total darkness
when out of ‘dro i smoke a carc-ss in a roll of carpet
a life of stress, drugs and misery
i hate unconditionally, mother nature’s just a b-tch to me
no love but a comp-ssionate bully
with a picture of [?] gettin’ happy slapped on my hoodie
probably wanted dead
givin’ civilians in need of a helping hand a severed one instead
it’s like life’s a day ahead of me
by the time i drop this next line, this one is a hazy memory
a brainless ent-ty, not some sh-t to take lightly
my wardrobe hasn’t been added to since the late 90’s
with the same psyche as your norman bates’s of this planet
blazin’ herb and no maybes, i’m an addict

[hook x2]
say urgh (urgh)
blah blah blah blah!

[verse 2]
i smoke with, a severed rigor mortis ridden hand as a roach clip
plannin’ on watchin’ you walk the plank on your own ship
back on land, creepin’ ’round your house, baggin’ sh-t to p-wn
neighbours then clocked him hedge-hoppin’ in lizard form
f-ck the critics, human face mask stuck on grimace
flesh rotten, you best dodge him (uh!)
that thoroughbred wrong’un, f’d off his head often
writin’ sh-t while i trip, like hunter s thompson
vile, f-ck your leg crossin’ style
keep your fashion tip, it’s not mine if it doesn’t have a tick
i keep it old school like bowl heads and [candy kids?]
anti-pacifist, b-boy [?]
you need more than just a reason to stop him
actin’ arrogant, only thankin’ people for nothin’
my brain’s loose-fitting
the whole crew’s sick and chillin’ with a part-time immune system
as the padded room’s spinnin’, there’s no controllin’ him
i smoke and overdose on gin, this is booze britain!
diagnosed sober, grew a [?]
now i pump cider through a vein, drunk driving you insane

[hookx2]

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