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Lunar C ft Bellisful - StillSkint prod ExP

Available on The Lunar CD http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com or free on the "We Don't Do S**t Hip-Hop" Vol 1 EP http://sinopticmusic.com. Written by Lunar C, featuring soundcloud.com/bellisful produced and mixed by ExP. Mastered by Ben "Bonn Lewis" Wilson. Video filmed, directed and edited by Dan "Addverse" Edley and to a lesser extent, ExP! Lyrics: 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 rippin off the taxman but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt 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 fucked up, my day dreams are nightmares/ Why the fuck 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 bitch 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/ 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 rippin off the taxman but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt 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 aint shittin/ I'm the product of growin up on the dole in great britian council estate living/ Under aged drinking, cocaine sniffin/ Gettin blazed pillin off my face trippin/ 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 killin 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 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 rippin off the taxman but I'm Still SkinNnNnnt