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trim - crisis lyrics

crisis
look
it’s the microscopic mutant
mutating out of this mucus they call grime music
peculiar facial features, facety, facing these facetious
fundamental fragments of horse manure, look, i ain’t sh-t
just the thought that i exist got ’em caught up like the mayans
must’ve missed something out, cause i am sick, let’s not water it down
i don’t want ’em to think i came from a dysfunctional house
even though my stepdad was cheating and i hope gina’s still f-cking him now
sorry, mum, i have my reasons, i’m just venting out loud
trimetheus, mr calamity mouth
making it look the easiest
while bidding on gumtree for iggy azalea’s used sanitary towels
need a minute? or should i drag this one out
and make it seem as if i’m finishing on a good note
and somehow actually sound like i give a sh-t about the hood folk
that didn’t care about any of my attributes until now?
i’m good, though
and i would roam, play friends, but finding this music a good home
in a secluded area’s like being diagnosed with the bubonic plague
with a hint of malaria
only, i should know
the word greaze doesn’t sum up these various flows
that i’m made to make hysteria with whilst i’m making jokes
that you dare to call mcs in my presence
like they ain’t just fish in my aquarium
but on a celibate note
they can’t f-ck with me and major deserve some elephant jokes
but luckily, i’m relevant, bro, you’re stuck with me
i may show up to a relative’s home reluctantly
to show ’em what causes a ruptured spleen
so please mind that delicate nose
when sticking it in my business like you pelicans know
something us trimanosauruses don’t
define lyrics
cause most thought december was cold, now grime’s livid
cause i’m sh-tting on every genre i know, i ain’t finished
take a minute to ask dizzee if he’s forgot he’s from bow
cause i’m living east side of the river and all his friends dem are broke
but i ain’t rich yet, ask villain, we’re depending on roach
i’m killing it, please remember this goal
like lily allen’s periods and danniella westbrook’s nose
will remain oblivious to such an unorthodox troll
keep watching and wishing i weren’t here
and as daft as vader in scope
who’d volunteer? who wants to get shanked in the throat and hung from my terrace
with a crisis t nailed to their skull?
which reminds me
i’ve been away for a moment
adding all these likkle names to my cauldron
who couldn’t even write for me if i paid them
or if them winning meant i had to cut off my scr-t-m and draw myself a new a-hole
crisis

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