Can't believe it would come to this annoying life that we are tracking
im blacking out from my rapping i'm trapping mc's and then scrapping
sick of all the shit I recieve trying to block it out not even believe
I try and weave around people escaping out wanting no peace
pissed off about everything pissed off about life pissed off about lives
im coming out with kifies so duck the fuck down if u wanna survive
But I still stay spittin even though I do live in this place shitty britain
I can complain so much real british people come across to me so lame
why is everything the same nothing ever seems to be entertaining
all there is is raining arguments and my ears bleed from complaining
I can't take the stress anymore im always gettin ready for war
got something against with me and i'm cutting you up for shore
I just wanna have you erazed then set you on fire in a blaze
theres no one as crazed fuck your fame it was just a phase
your goin wid out a trace im coming out spittin the best
taking bullets to my chest im like a fuckin bullet proof vest
no one to test having you killed for less and your family rest
shootin you down and then leaving your dead bodys infest
im so depressed im crazy taking all of your bullshit to my head
thinkin about the dead and im gonna rip you leaving you in pegs
instead i'd prefere to burry you and all the people who knew
theres no damage really done cause I got proof with no clues