Humphrey Bogart

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[Intro: PEZ] Uh Forthwrite Antiheroes, check it [Verse 1: Lee Scott] I may talk like my brain's warped But I could step at any session and end it with a [?] This ain't no game, sport, and if it is We're not playin' on the same court, I said with no heart I could make war with Bogart so don't start Ho, I stay spaced, when your show starts I throw darts at your game face, yo My mind's a plain waste, I'm too hungry to say grace Keep your prayers for passion meals, I eat scraps Beneath the stairs in a cheap flat in Castlefields Don't even speak back, I plan to steal Everything, from your tracky to the medicine in this baggie Harass me, now the cyanide in your brandy You call me a bastard and I reply with "Exactly" The formula of a nasty accident Awaitin' to happen and I'm laughin', embracin' it The look on my fuckin' face is sick, whatever's comin' I'm awaitin' it, no pressure's runnin' through my brain and shit I mainly sit and chill, spittin' ill rhymes Bars upon bars about how ill his rhymes are And I charge for 'em now, for each verse I want a car and a house And I ain't sold shit, Antiheroes Broke kids with platinum egos I roll thick when alone, stoned with a whole clip in [?] [Verse 2: Salar] When I die I hope you go to hell and get rejected Get thrown in an AIDS infected, waste collected, place scented With blood, get your face cemented, then crushed and ended With a hammer till it's asymmetric How's that for a crazy head trip? It's hectic Six million ways to die, to you I hope they're all implemented Six million states of mind all interconnected In my brain, all mixed and causin' stresses And the result is this raw war message You'll all get hit or develop a gore fetish Meant to be physically tested Given crude oil, I'm forced to neck it, nuttin' more expected Yo, check it, the flow is perfected Every punchline [?] is deflected, directed Straight back at the source's first exit It's like a slap to the jaw, I stay quiet Till heads start feelin' cocky and begin askin' for war So stop frontin' 'cause we sense the pre-tense You ain't bad, you was probably one of the prefects What happened? You used to be on it, you reject Do you smoke too much green? (Yes) You losin' sight [?] dream, six points, you still ain't writin' the theme Now, I ain't tryna impress (uh) Just because my mother knows a little something like I am the best [Verse 3: 360] Yeah, and when I write, I put the knife in your pegs My rhyme book's a tattoo 'cause it's inscribed in your chest Fuck '60, I'll change my name to Kylie or Jess Because I roll around Melbourne on a bike in a dress The definition of a sellout, livin' life for the cheques I'll only write rhymes till I'm rich and drivin' a Lex' I'm crazy, I'll drive it up and down the side of a fence While wearin' diamonds with PEZ and wavin' hi to my friends (hi!) [Verse 4: PEZ] And I'm the kind to always lie in my bed Throwin' slices of bread, cryin' and say "why aren't I fed?" And I'm nice despite live there's only mics in my set My DJ said "bye" and he left because I'd fight with his decks Yep, I find that life is why inside, I'm upset I'm excited by death, for me suicide is like sex But it's kind of a mess, I'm tryna find a new quest I'm only rappin' this because it felt like time to confess [Verse 5: 360] Yeah Hey, you got no idea what's goin' on inside of my head Nah, nah, really, I mean what's on inside of my dreads With all types of insects who always try to infest And different spiders in webs, they're all combined at the legs I've been an alcoholic since the first time I was blessed Baptised by a keg, buy a pint of Piney or Beck's And Mum didn't help, because inside of her chest She didn't have milk, I was drinking wine from her breasts [Verse 6: PEZ & 360] Was it a white or a red? Hold on, I'll slice 'em and check Oi Mum, come and meet me now outside on the steps! "Why?" 'Cause I said! "Have you had your vitamins?" Yes! Shut the fuck up '60 before I bite off your leg And you're only left with your right 'cause your other side is a peg And you have to hobble your arse around, look like a pirate with dreads (fuck off AIDS) What? I haven't got AIDS, I made 'em lie on the test Now, I can live in denial with hepatitis instead (yes) [Verse 7: PEZ] It sounds good but I'm still kind of depressed It's combined from the test and tryna win the title in chess And I'm stressed, lookin' like I'm Frankenstein in a vest Gotta try to get dressed with this fuckin' pipe in my neck Uh, think you can kill me, take my life in a sec? Well, you're wrong, I'm too good, I won't even die when I'm dead My rhymes are the best, look, see my mind in effect Nah, really you can, I'm missin' the eyes in my head I'm fine now but there was nine straight nights where I bled But I guess that's what you get for havin' lions as pets Were they tigers? I forget (ha ha)