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Everyone's posing, everyone's nosing Everyone's got someone by the scrotum Everyone's choosing, nobody's chosen Everyone's dead
Yeah, don't come at me with that dead-ass vibe You little sheep, I count you in my bed at night You want beef? Well the stakes are high Call me Sega, I got mega drive
Used to be a deadbeat Now I kill a mic till the beat's dead, yes please If you wanna vibe, all my peeps say yeah Under your skin like an ingrown hair
See I'm straight to the point, all about honesty You wanna be? Be gone, you little wannabe Yeah I'm really not bothered if we're nominees See I'm more concerned about mon amis
That's my friends, yeah in French Did it in school, did you think I was dense? Used to be pensive 'til it made pence Used all my senses 'til it made sense
See real chairman, never sit on a bench I'm way too offensive to sit on the fence You're too narrow-minded to live on the edge So I'm sorry to remind you we can't be friends
Everyone's posing, everyone's nosing Everyone's got someone by the scrotum Everyone's choosing, nobody's chosen Everyone's dead (x5)
I've been around the world and I've seen a lot of things But I never thought that I'd see this I've seen braindead adults that act like children cause they're not getting their fix Of unreality, reality, they haven't got a danny about what the fuck is happening So engrossed in a world full of mannequins Fake-ass people and fake-ass challenges
Dazed and confused, lazy and bemused Think for yourself once you may be amused And don't get lost by the raving reviews And just follow suit like you're chasing the shoes
Cause sooner or later they all get found out For not knowing more than the pound They're so trapped by the bright lights and shoutouts Bruv you never know when they're going down You're going down (Call the paramedic!)
Everyone's posing, everyone's nosing Everyone's got someone by the scrotum Everyone's choosing, nobody's chosen Everyone's dead (x5)
Yo it's J to the Steezy (Mr Sylvester) Roll up to your yard in a Ford Fiesta Swag level on a million (zillion) Raybans dark enough to have the Daily Mail call them immigrants (killing it)
I like a lot of people but I trust few Text people I hate saying 'love you' (mwah) Then kill 'em in the whatsapp group like Everyone's dead Mad ting, what you up to?
Come through, telling you to butt my shit Cause I'm ill enough to make you need to duck my sick Left the room for a bit but now we've come back in And everybody's doing one damn thing And it's boring: MOURNING
Yeah we've been top of the pops So we're happy when we pop to the shops We'll keep running our gobs Until the Queen takes LSD, pigs fly Or Tinie Tempah wears socks, gone
Braindead adults Dead Yeah Bruv you never know when they're going down