Cold Sag Run (feat. Children of The Damned)

Thunder Cracker, every day with me's a fun disaster

Winning first place in the annual hunt a rapper

Fuck a kata I'm punching a hung cadaver

The ventriloquist, pleading my innocence as his puppet slaps ya

Back in the day, I used to get into the birds you used to get into

These days, I'm abusing your sister

But I ain't sick, I'm all about jokes

'Cause I'm the type to build a snowman from the fallout in nuclear winter

Brain dead, illiterate, dumb fuck with no luck

Life's stuck in a rut, not giving two fucks about cooks

Spoiling the path for master chefs, we go to master depths

Keeping it peaceful and now we switch and snap your necks

Soul piercing eyes hypnotise the planets rulers

Until we shape shift to pass mass rapper old schoolers

Tryna crush ya, rocking knuckle dusters leaving imprints

Foreheads reflect a mirror image, improving your instincts

Drove up in the Thunderbird bird up on the boulevard

Gave her g-gave her to the count of three

Hoped it didn't come to third

So far, so good, as long as you remember mum's the word

In broad daylight where lunch is served

With the boot open, climb in, he says

Right by Fitness First, no time for eyewitnesses

He learnt his lesson with the German shepherd

Rugged clothes, vacant buttonholes

Substance uncontrolled, you were supposed to be hardcore

But it wasn't so, shoulda known

Another phony dies of a slow mouth, muzzle closed

Your name is only ever mentioned in your mother's home

Compliments are only spoken with sarcastic undertones

Stop wasting my time, don't just play with that knife

I blame whoever was unfortunately forced to bring you up for not raising you right

Sly Moon, how do you do?

Choose your answer wisely

I'll snuff you out of the blue for tryin' to summarize me

I never leave the shade when sun is shiny

You got the holster, but oh, there ain't no gun inside it

Bang, you shoulda stepped with open eyelids

Sam I am, I represent the Children Of The Damned

British Taliban, tuck your jewels and chains in

All grew up and stalk you wherever you walk and face it, bitch, look towards the pavement

Microphone vandal, dismantling microphones when I handle 'em

Challenge them to duals, fools die when I'm battling 'em

I'm callous with a pen, more savage with a magic marker

Tragic when I take your arm and put it in a plaster cast, kid

Laughing through the motions, who's the dopest? My crew

C O T D with the high foods buddah smokers

You heard the name, you knew it's over

Think the crew's the same? Then yous a jokers

Fuck spittin I'll use my super soaker

I'm the man like Harry Callahan, raps Taliban

Smoking out your family campervan

A loser with a great mind, I can count the crews I rate on one hand

Then middle finger salute you at the same time

Been blind, since I, seen the Lord

I sleep with corpses and text my bitches with Ouija board

It's the new Gandhi, shoot Lassie as she offers paw

Bambi's head’s stuffed and mounted on my office wall

My bed's a box

I left my ditch and never looked back

Drunk lad squatting in the charred remains of scum labs

Fuck class

My teacher said I was a dumb twat but I was smart enough to use my dunce hat as a blunt wrap

I'm not strong minded, I chong five spliffs straight after the doc broke the news that I got bronchitis

I lost mine and picking up a dropped fiver to add up with the two pee to go towards his Dodge Viper

Green Hill residence, Heathcliff represent

I eat fish skeletons

Obsessive, I'm on some overly sensitive shit

Depressive, you may call me Mr. Elliot Smith

Paro, lazy, in a stoned state tree hugging

Moving slower than OAPs, bugging, bill suttin'

Cold Sag Run

Asking bitches for brain, they ask me what's my problem

I say I don't have one

S-A is the man enraged, I'll attack and upper cut a horse and create a giraffe

Blatantly, The Damned is taking it back

Watch what you say to me, I sleep with lights on 'cause the dark is afraid of me

I write songs like ABC, it's piss easy

C-O-T-D

We clip cheeky kids and rip cheesy pricks

Call me genius, I'm serious

Your whole team is more than tedious

Bunch of boring eediots talking