Dare You Sample, Cunt

[Verse 1: PuKe King] I will wank on an amp you will hear me coming, cunt Give thanks for my hands, feel my fans turning up CPU being used getting through another tune Seeing me, never you, struggle through another June I don't bank on my balance staying stable, nothing does Like these slags turn me down but they turn my albums up Feel, Knife Point, Face to Face, Waste of Space Fuck radio play, cunt, I still hate your face I wish I could pay for the plays to displace This sick taste, spitting out but it still fucking stays They say I say fuck too much Ironic cos I don't really give much of one I'm a forgetter, yeah, I never gave a fuck Now the world revolves around me like I weigh too much Like I'm way too much for these rappers to handle I'll mangle your teeth with each feet I stand on, cunt [Verse 2: PuKe King] Just cos I'm underground they thought they had buried me But now I'm over clouds they swear that they heard of me Touching sky overwhelmed by my sanity Fucking right overwhelmed by the hertz in me I'm meant to be, mentally, fucked, it's my specialty I'm extra sweet at mending me, call this speech therapy I speak on the best of me, like "Why They Call Me Sick" mate? I killed a dozen hits and I only get six plays Uh, Yeah, I don't get it either cunt Uh, yeah and I ain't trying to be the one That bitches at his hits and then claims he's the greatest All I know is Sick hits above what his weight is I'm weighing in while waiting in, an utter fucking state is Sick I'm saying shit plus hating pricks, I'm done with all the slavering Save a mix and play it six or seven maybe eight times Bastardise the genre, then later on it ain't mine? (That ain't how it works) [Verse 3: PuKe King] All the good tracks go to all the whackest rappers So I'mma keep mine, sit back and be a bastard Hazard to average fakes man you're steaming Calling out the freak? Watch me raping your remix Tearing out teeth I'm like a dentist with a vengeance Sick of turning my cheek when the other one's red and I'm sick of the twists like an M. Knight remake You're sold so cheap you're free after rebate I mean, wait, you caught a deal for distribution? You couldn't catch a cold and I'm motherfucking PuKe, Sick I'm puking on paper while I'm rapping ten sheets bitch Your lies are paper thin, you won't break even Even if you did you'd still be a whack man Sold out before you sold a single fucking track man And never mind dope your tracks aren't half that You got as much flow as a dried up tap has Wanna talk jokes? Nah you don't wanna do that man Whenever I mention your name you get laughed at Ha, stupid, now who's the fucking Psycho, cunt? You should read my loose leaf, back when I was one like