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lyrics
I used to do hip hop
I used to do hip hop a lot I mixed it with pot / I’d chose it for the hit that I got / Addicted to all of the tunes spitting and hollering soon / Built up a tolerance: a difficult spot / I OD'd on OGs and sold bags of dope frees / I cut with some old beats I’d dig by the box / Yup it's blatantly awesome but I take it each morning / Just to make me feel normal my fix and my prop / I invited hip hop over for lunch we spoke a bunch loads of fun / Coke and rum smoking puff we lost our clothes and stuff / So we touch slowly cos we know yup no rush / Both flush moaning rutting yo I dug it so much / I live it I love it I dig it I covet it kiss and then cuddle it licking it sucking it / Frigging it rubbing it up and then finger it some and then fuck it and give it a bumming / I really like hip hop its shit hot I humped it pumped it / Buggered it hugging it stuck in it sucking its dick or just tonguing its clit lots / A remedy when I’ve been sick mending me quick lending me plenty of energy / Enemy when I'm a tit said that I’ll split better to hem in the venom / I reckon I’m tending to tip bit of a flip into ridiculous shit / Especially when I’ve been lit mentally dip then I’ve been heading to bedlam / Seminal rapping event'd be: aunty cassetting me Rakim and Eric befriending me / When a wee kid met em on hits seven indelible eminent memory / Rendered me heavily well into regular helpings of flavours of fish / Incredible edible favourite dish a hella delectable/reckon attainable wish / Indeed I did hip hop a lot did it with pot digging the hit that I got / Embiggened addiction to spitting the shit that I've written is building a difficult spot / Invited hip hop up for lunch quick gobble and munch it’s probably bodily fun / A bonny wee sodomy odyssey gotta be properly prodding my cock in its bum / Ticket when I’m sick if I’m in the shit it chopped tricky thicket with a stick / It’s got sticky wicket when I missed it’s locked in the rhythm that I spit / Wonder what I've got to get and whether when I get it will I quit or / Will I want to win and win and win and win and if not / Well the hip hop’s / A commendable effort at ripping the piss / Yes it is
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