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Ed Blackburn
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I'm not what you call a regular competitor Lyrics so hot it's like I put them in a kettle you're Baffled by verbs, the conditions and terms Examine the words, begin the process of learning I have the power to put you in an urn from the burning Used in gunpowder, well guess I'm sulfur then Tune into the banger because the tables have turned Your girl is asking for a photo, but she's just not worth it So lie down on the floor to witness the magic Imagine a place and time where I would panic Fack it, but I just cannot even fathom A situation or a place in which that just might happen If you haven't clocked then I'm better than your average I'm manic, classic, somewhat psychopathic My dick is fucking massive even when this shit is flaccid And my lyrics got you tripping even heavier than acid Understand you feel the syllables similar to braille For-real, doing this shit daily without fail All my mates got my back they're choosing Ed over tails But haven't got a clue how I'm not in a prison cell Insane cadence, blatant ten out of ten ratings But lately I'm not hesitating to say things Never faking, you're flaking, I'm baking My mind is occupant where yours is vacant So ask yourself who the champion is It's me: white boy, five eleven, bitch, I'm the shit Coronavirus patient, nah I'm sicker than him And I'm finna blow up like pickle rick Bitch, I'm feeling the breeze I'm dotting my i's and I'm crossing my t's Blood rushing through your body from you head to your feet I just got put on trial because I slaughtered Elise Then I went to eat pussy at the communion I'm booming, now I got these Christians fuming Created confusion then I started a feud and Placed cumin and stew and all the rest of their food and Started floating around they're never gonna stop me from looming All around the ceiling of the church room and Dropped down from the window, grabbed a kid by his shoulders Looked him into the eyes and shouted f*ck, am I zooming Look at my pupils, they're like two ten piece coins My vocals cut through the ambient noise Oh shit it's the police, please can we avoid I'll fucking floor it now, but you have to invoice Me for the petrol, shit I'm perpetual A fucking intellectual, heterosexual I'll wanna be the best and I'm staying conceptual But my point is, gimmie fifteen quid for the petrol On the fourth of the fourth I survived an abortion A contortionist, walking and now I'm talking So welcome to the album, swallow it like valium Now I've finished taking everybody down You are looking like my shoe size, I wink with my left eye Growing into a butterfly, I'm a lucky guy Cutting my funds, running on my ones And I'm feeling fucking great because I'm wearing my neck tie
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