Mr. Key - Tongue Bite lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr Key] My prerogative is negative to positive Never give it less, I give it everything I got to give But if I'm honest I ain't got a lot to offer kids Unless you want to sit and watch a bitter tosser chop his wrists To rotten bits, contradictions are my bu*tered bread 'times it's better if you bu*ton-up and nothing's said None the less I'm done with biting on my blessed tongue Time to come when less is none Tighten-up and get it done I'm a dumb pathetic c*nt A rotter and a scoundrel But not the sort of hephalump to swallow every mouthful (Oooh!) And I ain't plottin' on your downfall I'm busy getting blissy with my bollocks and a scalpel So come and take a blood-stained seat inside my mind Pour yourself a pint full of pissy white wine Play, pause, stop the tape and rewind I guarantee that everything will be just fine Come and take a blood-stained seat inside my mind Help yourself to anything that 'Chesca left behind A mess of minor stresses in a treasure chest of lies Lies decrepit [?] pile of half-digested second tries All reflected in my eyes disconnected from inside And your ten-a-penny guess's good as any for the whine I exited the stage, left and stepped into my spine and left a trail of burnt connections spelling everything is fine Is there any dirty diamond shinier than roughage with the glint It takes a special kind of b**h to rummage for that sh** Morbid sense of humor with a stomach full of grit seeks Lover to discover why the f** do we exist And I'll admit that it's a plus if you can s** a f**ing dick! Come slum it in the pits of my wonderful abyss I spend summer getting pissed-up and messy with my mates Spend winter penning lyrics in the belly of the snake And away And a spring full of wonderful music I don't give a f** if you judge why I do this Love's why I do this Love's why I do this Dig through the pitch-black sludge with my music [Hook: Mr Key] Love's why I do this Love's why I, Love's why I do this Love for the CP team that I move with Love for the crews puttin' truth in the blueprint Digging through the pitch-black sludge with the music [Verse 2: Dirty Dike] There's no trust left in my head, (Zilch) I've come to suffering inside Head correctional mess It's all a pattern, and I reckon if correctional-less My inner introspective of everything could definitely rest I step and eject The questions are irrelevant yes But I ain't here to be your mechanism Get some respect I check a mega-rhythm carved within the meaning of my purpose here Your words are clear Every time you speak it's like a blur from here Your thinking deep or merely learning on the surface Cause me, I'll need a reason in peace, belief and purpose here Certain fear, sits within a box I keep it locked You see me nod to beats