Lee Scott - Hate Life lyrics

When it comes to booze and sh**, I refuse to quit Coz I'd still be spittin', sittin' in pools of sick I'm endin' ya foolish clique, when my fuse is lit Huggin' a crate of dynamite with the fuses lit After endin' foes with bombs I live it up And watch a TV stacked on top Three broken ones I know I'm wrong, but I'm still right Throwin' bombs Don't live no ill life I'm bu*tin in ya sick cypher like a nuffing guy Turn my head, chat ya bird up and joke "It would have been stupid not to try" Jack ya pot supply To slap you in the face In the span of a month I'll sell it back to you in eighths Mate, you ain't solo You're on your bill And if you hate me now When I'm sober you'll probly want me k**ed I break mics And I agree, it's probly selfish When I say "I hate life," I mean somebody else's Their props are helpless At least keep an ounce of dignity No amount of kissin' Lee's a** is Convincin' me that you ain't sh** to me And I ain't sh**, in fact I'm so ugly on the inside If I held my chest x-ray up to a mirror it'd crack Vision nap I'm what you think's a wrap Pickin scraps The mission back with a fake ticket I've got a cricket bat, but I don't play cricket And I don't drink tea, but I may spill it where you stand Like I didn't know I had the skin scarrin' hot liquid in my hand I was a sick kid, bumpin' Gravediggaz Diggin' graves with the same scissors that you slit your wrists with I'm listed as arrogant A misfit who's adamant You looked at me[?] Other f**in' direction when you look at me Got bored, bought a bag Forever fiendin' The sort of lad with depression breedin' in his mental region My thoughts are more than bad I'm at the end of reason Pennin' beatins even the f**in' devil's feelin' Lit fuse, dynamite that's ready to blow Time bomb, set to explode, with seconds to go Lit fuse, dynamite that's ready to blow Time bomb, set to explode, at the end of your show