Somebody Has To Pay
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Donating cash to Ladbrokes
Mad jokes, cash took, that bills a red one
Dead broke, dead beat where the fucks your head son
Eating takewaway, wiping off my greasy face
I've been working my mouth bitch, I need a raise
I like to rhyme, but I get paid a feeble wage
Handwriting so shit I can't see the page
If you tell me I'm not sick, I'll eat your face
The words I'm thinking you're about to hear are
The advanced stages of a real bad career path
My last album was cool
But if I can't top myself, then I'll top myself
Dangling by the waist
Cause I hung myself from my belt, that's how it's supposed to work?
It's so obsurd, little things make me go bezerk
Broke now, so all I do is bitch and fuss
Why this bus smell like piss, casue I pissed on this bus
Ah, damn I threw all my cash away
Tell the bill collector that I went that a way
I'm trunna asatain why I'm so brash today
But you know that somebody has to pay
The shit I'm taking got my face looking like a blowfish
Muscles fucked up too, nothing I can cope with
So I bitch and I moan and I complain a lot
Break shit around the house, say my name, sound it out
Tell the truth or I'll pound it out your brain
Here we go, here we go, round and round again
Make a little dough, spend a little dough
Oi Verbs, that isn't very clever is it, No
Finnicial planning is not my forte
All play and no work makes for a broke Verbs
No sir, I am not trying to avoid your bills
That's just you being all paranoid, chill
I see these numbers spinning round in my mind
Lights on the fruit machine glowing in the night
I look at this shit and I know it isn't right
Take a whole month to earn it and I blow it in a night, like
Ah, damn I threw all my cash away
Tell the bill collector that I went that a way
I'm trunna asatain why I'm so brash today
But you know that somebody has to pay
Donating cash to Ladbrokes
Mad jokes, cash took, that bills a red one
Dead broke, dead beat where the fucks your head son
Eating takewaway, wiping off my greasy face
I've been working my mouth bitch, I need a raise
I like to rhyme, but I get paid a feeble wage
Handwriting so shit I can't see the page
If you tell me I'm not sick, I'll eat your face
The words I'm thinking you're about to hear are
The advanced stages of a real bad career path
My last album was cool
But if I can't top myself, then I'll top myself
Dangling by the waist
Cause I hung myself from my belt, that's how it's supposed to work?
It's so obsurd, little things make me go bezerk
Broke now, so all I do is bitch and fuss
Why this bus smell like piss, casue I pissed on this bus
Ah, damn I threw all my cash away
Tell the bill collector that I went that a way
I'm trunna asatain why I'm so brash today
But you know that somebody has to pay
The shit I'm taking got my face looking like a blowfish
Muscles fucked up too, nothing I can cope with
So I bitch and I moan and I complain a lot
Break shit around the house, say my name, sound it out
Tell the truth or I'll pound it out your brain
Here we go, here we go, round and round again
Make a little dough, spend a little dough
Oi Verbs, that isn't very clever is it, No
Finnicial planning is not my forte
All play and no work makes for a broke Verbs
No sir, I am not trying to avoid your bills
That's just you being all paranoid, chill
I see these numbers spinning round in my mind
Lights on the fruit machine glowing in the night
I look at this shit and I know it isn't right
Take a whole month to earn it and I blow it in a night, like
Ah, damn I threw all my cash away
Tell the bill collector that I went that a way
I'm trunna asatain why I'm so brash today
But you know that somebody has to pay