You’re Bringing Me Drama

GRHYMZ

I step on the mic deranged

cos life is strange

I might arrange a lidocaine

injection for stress and protection of lesser infections

I list effective methods to skip your bars

than listen to your shit and discard

like discoloured spit and discharge

I’m pissed at your little charades at thinking you’re gnarly

sniffing your charlie

chatting your shitty assed thicky camaraderie

I’d rather be listening to Christopher Farley’s corpse than you

I thought you knew

you’re more full of shit than a porterloo

and all of you know who I’m talking to

cos you’re bringing me drama

singing rhymes harder

slices my head like a swinging katana

RAZORRAWKS

I'm talking I'm sick of you all and I

keep walking a line to the wall can I

trace all through the figure of four test

the bigger they are man the louder the crowd

when they figure out I found the chink in your armour

If your the snake I'm the snake charmer

can't wait to shake this ball ache

and break the whole plate they're handing my way init

time out - snide mimes not a mile out of sight in all directions

they test the waters all sons and daughters

some appalling but most are worse man and that's a fact

lies and cheats I spy deceit

eyes and ears bleed stuck on repeat

my heads gone from the cheek and the karma

fucking sick of you bringing me drama

You’re Bringing Me Drama

RAZORRAWKS

Your bringing me drama

Kudos for the karma

I'll ring the alarm then your mama

a pat on the back man for raising a twat

and I'll say what I see to this fucking mummy

you’re a tramp and a thief

hiding more than an arm and a scar up your sleeve

and the fruit don't fall far from the tree

so who'd of thunk it? Who'd of believed?

to be blunt your a shit cunt

rob Pete to pay for tools you used to rob Paul too

better move - not much left for you

walking round town with your head down now son

lad found drowned in debt to the crown

with a mouthful of thorns and his tongue all worn out

chained to the walls of his grave

to this day still talking away "meh meh meh"

GRHYMZ

I’m riled by these fake acts

they’re flatter than some place mats

they don’t recognise and face facts

they’re spitting out the same tracks

and sit around with lame tats and jeans

in fact they scream no talent

but seem so gallant when they keep it “real”

but you seem so shallow will you keep it sealed?

because I ain’t got time for the stresses ahead of me

your basic rhymes make you less than an enemy

I wasted mine with a baseless obscenity

and smoking bud with a case full of Hennesey

It’s heresy it ain’t you you’re based in Chorley

a fake ass prick with a fake ass story

you make me sicker than a faceless Tory

they’re gonna slip quicker on their faces surely?

a four leaf clover won’t steal the shoulder you cry on

I’m older so try on my style

a four leaf clover won’t steal the shoulder you cry on

I’m older so try on my style

a four leaf clover won’t steal the shoulder you cry on

I’m older so try on my style

a four leaf clover won’t steal the shoulder you cry on

I’m older so try on my style

You’re bringing me drama