From the recording Find Myself

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Lyrics

Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes

Boy I'm coming at you like a fucking kamikaze
I'll probably kill myself and I strike below the belt
What you gonna do when the size 9 boot comes through?
BINGO! you lose a tooth
Asked all of my friends if I should be a Music Artist, they said no!
You should of been an abortion
See that music shit, give it up yeah abort it
Take this cocaine and cut it up into portions
All my grams are hidden underneath my foreskin
Stretch Armstrong's got nothing on this thing
Pull the fucker back load it up like a coiled spring
Use it as a catapult Glasgow to Beijing
Travel round the world with my music is the goal
Like the golf ball I'm seeking the hole
Flip it like pancakes, bend her like beckham
Whip it like Jesus Christ, spit on it with venom
I guess I’m just a sick sick bastard
Eating her cargo after the bathroom
When I see that ass I go stiff like a plaster
To break me you're gonna need a sledgehammer
Retrained the brain, don’t give a fuck
Leave shit up to God, that is my word
Praise him every day and be proud of what I say
Believe in his name and follow my faith

Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes

We can’t all be the same I asked God to play my game
Guess it is evident I'm in disarray
I came from the bottom to the top now there’s vomit on my flop
I’m sick of all your thoughts
Bugzy Malone told me to be inspired so I picked the fucking pen up and it put it to the wire
Said it on the mic others thought I'm spitting fire so pushing it is all that is required
Yes I am an artist and I may not be the smartest
But if home is where the heart is and I can maintain my focus
I don't need no hocus pocus
You can ram your shit promotions
I'll stick to psychosis let you label me atrocious
TALK SHIT TALK SHIT
Yeah I know I may be
UNFIT UNFIT
To be a parent but say
FUCK IT FUCK IT
I’m not an adult I’m a
DUMB KID DUMB KID
Silent but violent like a fart
You don’t want to meet me in the dark
I'll have you surrounded like the heart
Then you'll get pumped yeah what you think of that?
ADZii BOii is climbing up the charts
Maybe not with this song but hey
A fact is a fact
My brain is like a biscuit that is crumbling apart
Maybe it's dementia soon to depart
But no fish amongst sharks or dog with no bark

Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes
Straight out of my book of rhymes

Yeah bitch I turn up
Once I’ve ate my turnip
Not allowed out the house until I have earned it
Strict rules at my Mum’s
That is where I learned it
I was just a bairn but my stomach never burned
FACTS
I felt hard done by
FACTS
Barely ever had a dry eye
FACTS
It turned me to a fly guy
Plotting ways to get by
Without all the agro
FACTS
This turned me to an asshole
FACTS
That’s when I found rap though
FACTS
A drop of slim shady when you’ve been misbehaving means the ladies had to go
I come from a town called Wishaw
Let me paint a picture
Every cunt’s a ninja
They either sneak around nowhere to be found
Or they punch cunts in when it's going down
An educated fool with money on my mind
A fucking rare breed one of a kind
Really can relate to Juice WRLD Rich & Blind
But I'm not letting them inside
I spit bars at seminars, think I got through 7 bars
Until they figured what depression was
I'm not one for metaphors, so if I said I shat on the floor
There's a shit on your floor
Damn