Yeah, big up Donald Trump Cows in the slaughterhouse, yeah, covered in stuff Missed our grandfathers, grans Toothless idiots Doris, suck your relatives Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Wanker, in a pie Still Puffing the purple till I'm drowsy and mute still Stuck in the circle yet I'm out of the loop Spouting abuse, drownin' in the fountain of youth As powder and puke surround me when I'm out with the troops So how do you do? 'Low me a twos I'm on the wrong track Pulling short straws from a sorcerer's top hat Calling from stopgap to boredom to stopgap Like I'm blowing my nose and snorting the snot back Circulating the earth, regurgitating the worms The birds are making me worse, I'm hating their chirps But loving the peace Hating the work, but loving the peace Maybe it's worth becoming a freak Stuck on repeat Stains on my shirt, mud on my sheets See me spraying this verse with blood on my teeth As my cranium burst and smothers the street I keep faith in the world and my tongue in my cheek It's deep It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best leave me the next CD We'll leave you rotting lifeless It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best believe me, the next CD Will leave you rotting lifeless Look Here's a list of the things I could never quite say When the deadly primates on the heavy night days Man I'm sweating nitrates, and forgetting my name And so I, shove another fucking gret in my face Can I get a light? Safe I'm a keep spitting till the end of my days Till I'm dead and white, wait Alright babes? It's getting quite late Tryna link chicks cheaper than the better by range Best respect a nice date Man I'm known to be, sitting lean in my home with some potent leaves I'm so sick that the devil sold his soul to me You know my steez so please folks smoke my beef I've got a scene full of jokers and hopeless freaks I've got a team full of blokes with a show to teeth Got CDs to promote and a nose to keep clean Unless it's hoes, Gs of coke for free It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best leave me the next CD We'll leave you rotting lifeless It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best believe me, the next CD Will leave you rotting lifeless I walk unafraid of the torture I face You can talk all day and I'll ignore what you say I adore what you make mate, of course get it made But I'm bored of the same set of thoughts you've displayed It's awkward, I make beats and talk like I'm great Get applauded, the rave's never short of a mate And yet I'm snoring, yawning Conformist is caught in a storm Thinking law isn't yours to be born with His storm's in a teacup And war when we speak up Beat up the doorman and brawl till the police come It's portion to meet son Drawing with each gun And I ain't sure if I'll store what they teach us Until police comes I'll chew on that forbidden fruit Pick and choose from this picture that I wish I drew It isn't win or lose I think it's live and prove You ain't the sickest just because you're in the biggest shoes It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best leave me the next CD We'll leave you rotting lifeless It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best believe me, the next CD Will leave you rotting lifeless