FTG from Twos by jay suttin

Fuck the gods I'm praising evolution
I had to make it clear for you I didn't want to breed confusion
I'm the type a heathen doesn't need a god i don't want saving
See me raving on a Sunday morning exorcise my demons
I'm a penknife in a forkin spoon drawer
Uncork a fine wine n wonder what the moons for
Naw I didn't hear *insert name here got rid last night n she's a whore or what's his face can go buy beer but hasn't paid you back that score
Dry you eyes gon gimme peace sham
Got my chi bubbling like a pot a peach jam
Breathe calm relax transcend the situation
Escape the room n leave the flesh thru secret meditation
You're a bigger fruit than Darnell
Ich schnell dispel any rumours that you do this shit well
bagatelle to the bagga tricks I reign down from the citadel
Enter all ye infidels go merry round the carousel

Don't praise the lord I say fuck im
I Got no love for the gods..fuck em

Its the rat lads fill the grandstands tell ye how to raise your game send ye for a long stand
My shits hazmat can ye handle that can ye match the length of where my dingaling dangles at
No I didn't think sho that's my Sean conn flow
Panty dropping steez that the dbmshes know
Double-o go fuck yourself licence here in laminate
Versed in many deadly arts to weed out the inadequate
Just do it mate, trust me, you'll be glad ye quit
Its a hard to fill gap man n clearly your not cut to fit
I'm counter sunk flush fit the rhythm like a glove does
We tickle all the dirty bones that's why your mum loves us
I Gordon Gopher-ages man I'm Phillip smokefield
snorting since this morning now my sneezes make my nosebleed
The autocue says burn em all so pass the gasoline
We'll be back in 3 go make some tea, cut n roll the VT

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Irish hip hop
• Rap
• ni hip hop
• underground hip hop