Ceyingy - Up Close lyrics

[Intro] Man, I told you, I think you shouldn't I think I should, yo [Verse 1] I am so damn out of breath, even when I run full up on Meth Run in the lawn with nothing on but a Beanie hat on Grab a chainsaw, chop off a dogs paw It may be against the law, raw Kickin' a gay after he doesn't pay Be who you desire, I might just be Freddy Hauntin' dreams and k**in' them Almost every kid in the neighbourhood may fear It's prime-time and I am here Kids be listening to Grime, what the f** is that? Grime is a sort of Hip-Hop music It ain't rap anyways, because rap is better Dim blows up the shop, k**s the people and they shutdown k** a funny man for actin' the clown Triple X store opening, I'll go in Buy almost every p**n there is in there Even God does Mary with the bloddy crucifix Jesus and the big holy dicks Oh, god, I bet this will be good Nuns all over our lord with their b**bs hanging out Ha, Nuns with big guns [Pre- Hook] I'm lookin' up, there's piss in a cup I am putting my mail in to God Why is Jesus our lord, I don't even know why Down to earth, I'll maybe going down to Hell [Hook] I'm lookin' up close, there's an up-post I'm postin' a letter, there's an host with a plate of toast I'm lookin' up close, bang, not with a gat I'm not much good with my own citys slang [Verse 2] Beatin' a h*mo out, til they bleed and shout for help Do it in the woods where no one will hear them If they do, they'll just walk by Laugh at the almost dead gay guy Take a gun out my pocket, don't forget to co*k it Aim it at the sky, shoot down a bird so they can't fly k** it, spit on it, ha I'm wicked but that's not just it There's millions of brain cells that died in me Sadly my marbles did too, I only have 1 of each in there Oh, god, I'm going crazy A h*mo trying to grab on to you Your whackin' him, yeah yes indeed Just let him lay there going to bleed Watch his blood flowin', God can't help him There's a way he'll be dead today Even though he's bleeding and dying slowly He's speechless, trying to scream for help He's just mumbling, no one can understand him Soon he'll be gone, rest in peace and done Let's steal his money and run Spend it all and then pick-up a nun Soon after, k** her too but she'll die in faith to God [Pre- Hook] I'm lookin' up, there's piss in a cup I am putting my mail in to God Why is Jesus our lord, I don't even know why Down to earth, I'll maybe going down to Hell [Hook] I'm lookin' up close, there's an up-post I'm postin' a letter, there's an host with a plate of toast I'm lookin' up close, bang, not with a gat I'm not much good with my own citys slang [Verse 3] Someone please help this guy, he's out of action He's now becomin' a public attraction Look at him, everybody is laughing at him He's crying for his life, still dying and he got stabbed with a knife He's now gettin' made fun of Bloods comes out when he starts to cough Everybody laugh, I'm dying with laughter He'll die soon after, if filmed I bet he'll win a Bafta He's not acting though, it's for real Snuff film reel being destroyed, recover it though Send it to a repair-man who repairs movie reels Touch it, check how it feels f*ggot still lying there, he's still alive Oh, my god, he's now holdin' the knife Let's run for it, even though he's not gettin' up Just in case, he might k** us His gay mind is turning like a straight mind He's grabbin' a womans leg She broke his nose with a clothes peg Run like f** now, don't stall He's going to k** us all [Pre- Hook] I'm lookin' up, there's piss in a cup I am putting my mail in to God Why is Jesus our lord, I don't even know why Down to earth, I'll maybe going down to Hell [Hook] I'm lookin' up close, there's an up-post I'm postin' a letter, there's an host with a plate of toast I'm lookin' up close, bang, not with a gat I'm not much good with my own citys slang [Outro] Ha, I am just playing with you God Or am I?