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my song
Im a f*cker a creator, in other peoples eyes most of what I say is a lie, when im high I get creative and think up **** that is outside the box but not now you understand right now im straight im flying high over what can be reached by a doobie but still words are flying out my fingers like bullets from an uzi. I just stopped for five minutes and wrote 283 words on a new theology, its all blasphemous but who cares about that its only theoretically pasted this is the kinda **** I speak when im wasted, philosopher at heart writin this **** for a lark, kickin back listenin to Mozart. Back to me bitch did I say you could stop listenin to my ****, sway your attention again and I will hit, I may be as true blue as ben hall but im still egotistical, im quick to anger afire with righteous flame speak up and I’ll place blame, but that’s only a small while cause im like a child, I may keep knowledge like a centerlink file but my attention spans like a may fly, like when I lie, im basicly honest so my stories just die, like the king kai //
Some people like to call me a liar, well you better aim a bit higher
To hit this honest EnZedder bushranging high flyer
Smack you down like a ****roach clown, conniver considering compound cleptomania /
Im the creator, of stories to amaze ya, im no crazier than howards campaigner, just drunker than a whiskey quality testor
As I said im a creator, just of honest lil white lies, small ties in our moral drives not even that its just humour really, like that time I was in armidals tattersalls downin a Guinness on origin night wantin to start a bar fight an I said as a joke to a big bloke that his sheila looks a bit doped, did I call her a shemale? Just like that time I said I was gangsta, hell I was in church as a server, I aint a liar, im a creator, creator of sick stories when im tryin and **** lil white lies when things aint hunky dory. I had people believing world war 6 had broken out people aren’t easy to fool if you have a few tricks, and babes I have a giant dick, nine foot six as hard as iron bricks after a few lines in poppin kickarse freestyle rhymes but that aint tha ****, listen to me when im not blowin my trumpit one of the best game spammers innit banned almost six hundred times I get around it most time by sayin ill be better I mean jesus these townie scum believe my stories when I made up some **** about what a transvestite al gore is, sittin there open mouthed wheres their brains housed, now lets be serious, just who are these louts I don’t care now im going out
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