StillSkint

[Hook] It's the adventures of Rumple Still SkinNnNnnt I sold my soul to the devil but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt I work 5 days a week but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt I'm ripping off the taxman but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt [Verse 1] It's rumple stillskint I chug a keg of whisky with a hundred pills in Fall asleep and mumble ill things Cussin like your uncles children I hot box a dog kennel mashed with a heap of weed and crack I'm so big headed I stand on stage and ask if I even need to rap Being the baddest to me, is an easy task I flow like the blood of a vascular haemophiliac I don't fight fair I spark a cripple and punch a toddler out of its high chair cos I write my lines there I'm so aggy even I'm scared My mind's bare fucked up, my day dreams are nightmares Why the fuck should I care What you wack rhymers'll think If I'm pissed up rockin a ripped tux and a black tie when I'm skint Trying to act like I'm a pimp Walking two steps in front of a bitch with a black eye and a limp Crabs, lice, fat thighs, backside and a squint Grim When they tried to Christen me I managed to squirt terps Pulled a zippo out of my nappy and watched the church burn By my third birthday I knew I was a pervert Crawling under birds skirts and snorting up my sherbert I made this verse meditating in the cave Hidden from a biter so it's wrote in sanscrit You know I'm sick from the cradle to the grave Cos I jumped from a moses basket and chobbed in an open casket You rappers got me bored like Satan with the same code of practice as a Roman Catholic Catch a swollen fat lip if you don't react quick [Hook] [Verse 2] Since I was a chubby pipsqueak as young as 6 I was hate driven All the other kids mothers didn't let me play with em Once I gripped a felt tip and coloured in a shaved kitten That's true, on my grandma's life I ain't shitting I'm the product of growin up on the dole in great britian council estate living Under aged drinking, cocaine sniffing Gettin blazed pillin off my face tripping Every page written stems from a flashback or a vague vision of when I was takin em You can't see how my plague stricken brain's ticking So my main mission stays hidden I'm a straight killin crazed villain necking 'steds and eating fast till my cape's ripping When I'm vexed I wield an axe and roam the wretched streets of Bradford and chase women I'm a necrophiliac, I've been grave digging, spade dripping aids ridden blood from my rape victims [Hook]