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shotty horroh - jack in a box lyrics

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you’re tryna be the most lyrical in this
you’re not pad fulls, you’re english
enough tattoos we’re inkin’
i wrote on my skin kids (ouch)
and i go through paper like felt tips
i ain’t tryna be rich
coz i’m gonna be that
i ain’t tryna die tryin
i ain’t tryna be fifth
i ain’t tryna be second
and i ain’t tryna be third
i’m number one in my eye’s, i’m not tryna be first
i ain’t tryna be hood
can’t try and be that
i ain’t tryna be the hardest
i ain’t tryna be that
i ain’t tryna [?]
i ain’t tryna be cadge
i ain’t dyin, i ain’t bleach
i ain’t tryna be stabbed
i ain’t wiley
i ain’t tryna be the grimey mc with the stylie
i ain’t tryna be the lord of the mics, i’m fine
i an’t tryna be important to grime. i’m signed
i ain’t tryna be that
i ain’t tryna be biggie
and i ain’t tryna be pac
i ain’t tryna be dizzie
and i ain’t tryna be dap
little mc that turned all commercial
what’s his name again? oh, chipmunk
i ain’t tryna be that
i ain’t tryna be tiny
i know i’m small but fam
don’t let my size confuse you i ain’t tryna be jam
i ain’t tryna be broke bro
i grind for the cash
and i ain’t tryna be on dole (mm mmm)
none of that
i ain’t tryna be hated
and i ain’t tryna be loved
i ain’t tryna be the greatest like i don’t give a f-ck
i used to
if you’s do
go do it up
go to a club
i ain’t tryna be your focus and stuff
what the f-ck
i ain’t tryna be that
i ain’t tryna be the person that you bring up in some of your raps
some of you clash
some of you battlers
some of you lads (great)
go on your bl–dy mission like a tampon
i ain’t tryna be the victim in your last song
i ain’t tryna be, nah, laters
i ain’t tryna be the person that you call up and ask on favours (uh uh)
i ain’t tryna be famous
i ain’t tryna be amy
i ain’t tryna be the person in the whitehouse or a winehouse baby
i ain’t tryna be lil’ wayne or young money so…
stop comparing me to others coz it’s not funny
the average spitter would run from me
i’m yosemite sam with a very big gun you’re a buggs bunny
i ain’t tryna be behind bars, life’s hard
i’m a f-cking artist i ain’t tryna be a lifeguard
i ain’t tryna work a shift to pay for my yard
i ain’t tryna be a spitter that can mic bars
i ain’t tryna be the best in my city so i can tweet sh-t like
“i’m the best in my city”
my life’s a story i’m turning a page
turning a page
turning a page
and turning a page
i’m rushing
skipping through my time
like a cd of grime with
no beats that i like or nothin’
i am something
i’m deeper than grime
noones deeper than i
people who spy
or want a piece of the pie or pudding
take it from me
feel a piece of my knife slice
a piece of your thighs twice
i’m deeper than hindsight

[shotty horroh]
room full of…
dead women on fresh linen
i left swimmin’ in their intestines
with their flesh ripped to shreds
and their speared on a checked ribbon
and spread, p-ssin’ red liquid
stiff as a lead brick coz
i’m fetchin’ my next victim
the f-ckin’ weed got me trippin’ out
lookin’ out the window for police
tryna pick ’em out
tryna dump these boddies but their leakin’
and it’s dripping out
the fed’s have got those doggies
and they feed ’em if they sniff it out
the insomniac monster’s back
droppin’ that
rotten flesh walkin, dead zombie rap
monday to sunday i’m bundy
call me ted’s copycat
lookin’ to run in this motherf-cker in a hockey mask
(shotty horroh)
i wake up early
catch your girlie when she’s jogging p-ssed
trip her over and kick her dome in ontop of gr-ss
she’s sniffin’ c0ke then i’ll slip her slow in a bodybag
then quickly ship her over to minnesota or rotterdam
i listen to…
tyler singing and virus syndicate quite much
i like to sing with them types of lyrics as i just…
slice her inches inside the victims all tied up
and watch them kinda slip in some type of trip with their eye’s shut
whoops, little dribble of white stuff
fine then bring a tissue, i hope stickiness dries up
whoops, another twitch in my privates
i can feel their fear it’s like someone tickling my nuts
f-ck you and your buddies
i’ll move to your woman
and do her while you’re doing the dougie
i hope at school that your youngen
is getting booted and bullied
it ruins her studies
she’s truanting
and she’s moving from ’em
and she’s finds crack, needs more
she’s rooting for money
she finds jack and she’s a wh0r-
she chews on the p-ssy
she finds a bad boy that isn’t doing music with puffy
you post her on the street because she’s got a lucrative m-ffin
mind gone. malevolent. devilish
i’m in h-ll’s kitchen putting cherubs in the recipes
see me with a mexican
wrestling
wearing a leather mask and some leopard print
gorilla pressing the best of ’em
or in a dessert with trippy sedative medicines
seeing indian cherokees, gorillas, zebras and elephants
sitting next to me questioning heaven and what the devil is
it ain’t to do with satan
i’m hallucinating
get a grip!
smoked out, bout to drink till i’m f-cked up
my hands a pompus, middle finger stuck up
i’m bruce lee you’ll get f-cked up with a nun-chuck
look it’s sod’s law when the c-nts look for you dumb f-cks
when ak brings the ‘dum’ ‘dum’
and the drums come
i’ll quickly stick my fingers from out of your sister’s front bum
i pick the mic up like jackle’s coffin carriers
and quickly jot a bodybag for f-ggot c-ckey battlers
they try to act like shotty’s arrogant
so what?
when i spit a bar it’s gonna go off
my b-tch is the bomb like a mine
and she’s mine like a bomb
so you can call me olympic coz when i touch her i get blown off
i’m a dog, you’re meerkats – let’s get simple
your woman love me i’m good looking and fresh
yeah i’ll take her to ak’s while he’s making the next jingle
f-ck her with a drum kit
call it a s-x symbol

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