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[Verse 1]

Spanner in the work-shop-lifting the dead weight/
Five finger discount, everybody gets paid/
Bet raised, pens wage war, c'mon let's play/
I'm ten steps ahead of you cretins up in this chess game/

Check mate, retracin' your steps on your escape/
Root canal, bargin' in to set your dental record straight/
Metal brace yourself as you're headin towards your end game/
no credit left, spent at your expense mate/

Spectators speculate, could never emulate/
Genetics pre-determined, we're destined to be ahead of you/

Fell away, diluted music took you, lead astray/
We're verbally compelled n replicatin' the better days/

Senseless misdirection, you're pointless, whit the hell ye dane?/
Despiteful best intentions, attempts n efforts get left to waste/

Cell decay, your central nervous system error message failed/
Ventricle expelling pools of crimson red from severed veins/

[Hook]

We stay murky, downright dirty/
Say you don't like us? Whit's That? FUCK YE!
X4

[Verse 2]

Bringin' closure to an open mic, this didn't happen overnight/
Relentless dedication bro, we got that get up go n drive/
we don't comply or coincide wi' your approach in life/
Forever stayin' stationary, your borin' shit jus' won't suffice/

So on your bike, but know that broken spokes just won't provide/
Support in life, coz nothin's left to luck, we won't be rollin' dice/
So precise, supersonic audio wi' sonar sight/
Sat in darkness flowin' rhymes, commanded by a poltergeist/

The ghost inside, invokes a type of silent mind control device/
Cold as ice, you're froze in time, opponents get immobilised/

Hope'll die, when I spike you like a porcupine/
Your dome is fried, your wig is pickled, out your dish n soaked in brine/

Composers float aboard the rides n symbols, don't ignore the signs/
Your poems over glorified, your focus is an oversight/

Your ego's overgrown in size, expose your deep encoded lies/
Leave the set wi' no goodbyes, we ain't here to socialise/

[Hook]

We stay murky, downright dirty/
Say you don't like us? Whit's That? FUCK YE!
X4

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from The Grotbags EP [2017], released February 14, 2017

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