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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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