Smoke Crack If You're Wack - Children of the Damned, Lee Scott, Bill Shakes

Smoke crack and lessen your health

You’ve never been felt, 'cause you’re about as original as everyone else

Openly obsessed with myself

I sleep with my signed poster in bed and a shrine over my head

My favourite producer made this beat

Amazingly, all my favourite rappers seem to have the same name as me

I make my p, gatecrashing suicidal anonymous

Recruiting for my 'how to hang' training scheme

Go and battle a?

slug?

You’r so wack you couldn’t make the team if you was actually good

But who th fuck am I?

Well the answer is, I’m the shit

Laughing at you with the mic in your mouth after I spat on it

You ain’t illiterate, but might as well be

That clever shit you write down sounds shit when you’re spittin' it

I tell your bitch

That I was eyeing her from afar but then I got close and wish I never did

You ain’t the man, hand-in-hand with a butch hooker

I wouldn’t even let her suck rubber

Precise punches from a drunk slugger

Who claims he was taken by them aliens on the front cover of Funcrusher

A blunt lover, simian school bud brother

Maths utensils, accidental lung puncture

Rum guzzler, re-enacting ???

hunter

I are the twisted son of a good mother

A drunk nutter, in about a sec I could down a keg

If I had to choose a way to die, I would drown in Becks

Fuck housing checks

In a perfect world, I’d be paid at least a weeks wage to jump out of bed

It still ain’t enough

I want double time to get dressed and shave my gruff, pay me up

The self-confessed great lazy cunt

Joyriding a babies truck in the fast lane, doing crazy stunts

Your bubble, I’m looking to burst

I’ve been fucking your bird and I didn’t even utter a word

I’ve been sick since the age of six, perving on Ariel

I don’t condone the bumping of nerd and other wack commercial material

I ain’t the first to say I’m God

This is half-arsed, I say my best shit when the mic’s off

I fought with ya knife, the knife lost

The smartest guy, you’re not, using tabasco sauce for eye drops

I’m still a cocky twat (Yeah, you’re right, you’re damn right)

I’m a wanted man

Fuck a bulletproof vest, I’m rocking a suit of armour with some hockey pads and

a stolen bobby hat