Bad Harvest - Black Yoghurt lyrics

[Verse 1] I wish I was Eddie Vedder just so I could have even flow But I guess I'm odd which is dope enough so My lines be biting ears like Tyson not cutting like Van Gogh I'm a mother f**ing goblin, like Tyler not Dafoe Notorious taught me that no dream is to B.I.G So now I'm doing the only sh** that ever mattered to me And hopefully one day I'll be rocking that icy roc-a-fella And see Womanly Panther in the line up for Coachella It's true I'm not that all I'm cut out to be I can't even count the amount of times I've tried to O.D Alcohol poising seems to be the only way for me Cos these high doses of morphine ain't doing a thing Got my WP tattoo when I was nineteen Gave me the inspiration to break into the rap scene f** me, I wish I could say I'm living my dream But I dream he's alive, chuck this in not to break the rhyme scheme I dream that he's here, testing my alcoholism But he's not so I'm just living in my head, a depressed prison [Verse 2] Living in Jesmond man its f**ing ghetto fabulous High level crimes with guns and knives, taking b**hes abstinence WP on church walls, yes that's f**ing blasphemous d**h to Aussie Hip-Hop I am the f**ing antagonist Call the f**ing priest man he's got a lot of work to do Even though we're young, he won't f** with my crew Now I'm regularly hearing you should call the f**ing help line But what the f** can they do? I'm already on cloud nine When I'm depressed I'm the person I come to And being who I am, I always come through Using MS Word to write a song or two Finally getting these tracks out, they so f**ing overdue I gave a psych a call, he said I had some sort of mental disorder I suppose its cos I threatened to rape his mother, sister, daughter in that order Said I'd skin the ugly b**hes and leave their p**y slaughtered Cos I'm more Mount Doom than the fires of Mordor Your mother will have to tell you who your daddy is, I am not Bob Saget I am the deadliest weapon, f** full metal jacket [Verse 3] I wake up during the week and I'm like ‘Hey, hey, it's Saturday' And I ain't over exaggerating or being blasé Just trying to fix the players in the game like Bombay The way I destroy other rappers, you swear it's Childs Play You wanna play? Beware; I'm a demon like Chucky I am Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Pryce cos I strike lucky d**h to Aussie Hip Hop yeah I'm dropping the f**ing bomb Cos I love waking up in the morning to smell of Napalm This is a warning that its about to get bloody I'll come after you in one take, do not need to study I can wait all day, I ain't in a f**ing hurry I'll destroy any mother f**er who dare try to f** with me I'm gonna be on top man, motherf**er I'm so driven I'm gonna be running this sh** like my name Jeremy Piven Look me up right now that's Gibson not Gibbon And start discussing how my rhymes are so well written Papa Wolf is the cancer inside of Womanly Panther So stop trying to figure out what my deal is, I just gave you the answer