ExP - StillSkint lyrics

[Hook] It's the adventures of Rumple Still SkinNnNnnt I sold my soul to the devil but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt I work 5 days a week but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt I'm ripping off the taxman but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt [Verse 1] It's rumple stillskint I chug a keg of whisky with a hundred pills in Fall asleep and mumble ill things Cussin like your uncles children I hot box a dog kennel mashed with a heap of weed and crack I'm so big headed I stand on stage and ask if I even need to rap Being the baddest to me, is an easy task I flow like the blood of a vascular haemophiliac I don't fight fair I spark a cripple and punch a toddler out of its high chair cos I write my lines there I'm so aggy even I'm scared My mind's bare f**ed up, my day dreams are nightmares Why the f** should I care What you wack rhymers'll think If I'm pissed up rockin a ripped tux and a black tie when I'm skint Trying to act like I'm a pimp Walking two steps in front of a b**h with a black eye and a limp Crabs, lice, fat thighs, backside and a squint Grim When they tried to Christen me I managed to squirt terps Pulled a zippo out of my nappy and watched the church burn By my third birthday I knew I was a pervert Crawling under birds skirts and snorting up my sherbert I made this verse meditating in the cave Hidden from a biter so it's wrote in sanscrit You know I'm sick from the cradle to the grave Cos I jumped from a moses basket and chobbed in an open casket You rappers got me bored like Satan with the same code of practice as a Roman Catholic Catch a swollen fat lip if you don't react quick [Hook] [Verse 2] Since I was a chubby pipsqueak as young as 6 I was hate driven All the other kids mothers didn't let me play with em Once I gripped a felt tip and coloured in a shaved kitten That's true, on my grandma's life I ain't sh**ting I'm the product of growin up on the dole in great britian council estate living Under aged drinking, c**aine sniffing Gettin blazed pillin off my face tripping Every page written stems from a flashback or a vague vision of when I was takin em You can't see how my plague stricken brain's ticking So my main mission stays hidden I'm a straight k**in crazed villain necking 'steds and eating fast till my cape's ripping When I'm vexed I wield an axe and roam the wretched streets of Bradford and chase women I'm a necrophiliac, I've been grave digging, spade dripping aids ridden blood from my rape victims [Hook]