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therubin - returns lyrics

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[verse 1]
(yeah)
the nonsense strikes back
the nonsense returns
gotta do this back
to get the return
you want me to reply and say your name?
sorry “uncle”
apparently i don’t rap
what’s this rap game?
little mumble rapper gotta get out of my way
this is my day to come and play
i’m famous, you sure?
oh, they think i’m very weak now
‘til i open up on the lyrics like on my memories song
i don’t care what you heard, real ‘gressy, carry the bong
while i’m k!llin’ my stu, k!llin’ your original thought
sit back and observe, yah, i like to actually work
my music is so much better than yours
whilst i’m slammin’ open your doors
and i spit my bars on the tours as i’m talented
according to my -n-lysis
you only have 4 followers on spotify
i’m sorry but your music is never warranted
i’m playing on this rap game with havin’ no label
you’re saying i don’t rhyme sh-t
but most of these lines in this song actually rhyme
now imma look down on you like you’re my b-tch
now i guess imma have to give you a st-tch to see how stable i am
oh how funny the tables have turned
gotta slam you into the operating table
cut open your brain, give you surgery
maybe your music won’t be so unstable
sorry to say, but i’ve just enabled your brain
if i had the option, i’d push you in front of a train
i don’t need to buy chains to prove i’ve made it
i’ll say i’ve made it when i have
greek btec lil wayne
that’s what you are
your lyrics are generally quoting dead
too bad to see that your brain cells are dead
you’re just like a boy version of a plain jane
p-ss me up the propane
imma bout to f-ck up this guys track, agh!
36 seconds in and you’ve already f-cked it up
“your mommy didn’t fed you enough”
first of all, lemme tell you this
‘mommy’ is spelt with a u
and it also is feed, not fed
following the theme of dead
‘fish and chips’
mhm, that’s another british stereotype
but in reality, i’m sitting here eating a burger with potato wedges
might as well just call myself a black american
the funny thing is, i don’t hear half of your ‘lyrics’
gonna push you and your sh-t career to the ledges
you complain about lyrical rappers are meant to have meaning
what was memories about?
having razor edges pushed up against my wrist
that was the semantic field of that song
i’m a pessimist, you’re a narcissist
i’m about to put my fist right in your face until you’re dismissed by me
look at the floor, there’s a bloodstain
i think you have the narcissistic personality disorder
an excessive need for admiration
a personal disdain
lack of empathy of other people
that’s you!
yeah i have 2 blades up in my room
i know many people just like me
lemme -ssume and make up a few rumours for your poor soul
you probably go to the kiddie pool and have a swimming costume on
you probably also wear little girls’ perfume
following the semantic field of a person who loves a kiddies womb

[interlude]
lemme get my facts right though

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