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will and the mix - the mix started it lyrics

[verse 1]
if you even buy it, you’d better suck up to my record
i can make lil wayne standard lyrics on the spot in one second
(me is the bestest rapper in the earth)
(something, something, n-gga, n-gga, get off my turf)
oops! i’m not meant say that word; i’m white like an ice building
hope n0body heard, i’m suppose to be selling to sh-te to children
when their parents beat me up i’m gonna need a spinal ‘re’ chord
when i try to bend my back it snaps like a vinyl record
what? you tell me i’m saying record incorrectly
well do i look like a guy who even gives a sh-t
wow! some of my lines don’t even feel any need rhyme
at least i don’t get kids in a line and shoot up my school with an m9
oh no, i mentioned that, looks like i’m doing time
for encouraging terrorism, is that even a real crime?
and if anybody ever gets to hear this song’s instrumental
as soon as you add the voice back in you instantly think i’m mental
cause you’re used to rappers talking about money, cash, hoes
i rap about finding fun in bashing up my foes
i started this and promised not to be the same as other mcs
but when the mix goes on a murder spree, they blame it all on me!

[chorus]
what you one about?
what you chatting?
why you all looking at me?
the mix started it
(k!lling spree!)

[verse 2]
i’m loving and hating on top of the same mattress
cringing a rom coms and laughing at plane crashes
after the fifth track, i’m -ssuming you know the fact that
the mix is a messed up sick and twisted, mad b-st-rd
mix, p-ss off! stop starting wars inside my head
i wake up and find my friend on the floor, dead
i reckon he’s monster see?
coz when peeps are in front of he beckons me to murder them all subconsciously
(look you’re like 12 don’t talk about k!lling like that)
(and your music’s got no meaning so why even make this cr-p?)
i pretend that i make this stuff to just p-ss you off
when really the mix possesses me and acts like he’s my god
(why can’t talk about death? well maybe rape’s a bit far)
i agree, for god sake get this guy out from underneath my car!
the mix makes me take drugs and inject myself with two hits
i don’t want drugs or to murder, he’s the one the made me do it!
he makes me look like i hate sh-t, and i’m all against peace
he’d have a fight with gandhi but he’s not allowed to beef
middle of town, got a knife out and told this guy to halt
stabbed him in the chest and you act like it was my fault!

[chorus]

[verse 3]
tired of all these random murders been blamed on me
because i’d never just use mix just to get fame you see
so i’m the murderer just because i said it
and i get done when you’re bleeding on the floor and call the medic
(i’m in your bedroom, on your stairs and on your lawn)
(i’m on your tv, your facebook and in your p-rn)
this is real, why will n0body believe me
(you’re just doing it for attention you d-ck)
why would i ever do that? i’m not that greedy
(oh on!) the mix is back on feet at last
rapping and raping like coronation street cast
all h-ll is raise with 12 gauge and tazer
playing russian roulette with full loaded chamber
on the street at night, petrol bomb and knife
the mix take your life be gone in one slice
he has a mind set like that of jack the ripper
but he’ll stab any slag not just london strippers
dead body’s spotted, i’m found next, asleep
it’s was the mix’s fault and they put it all on me

[chorus]

- will and the mix lyrics

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