Burnt Up Cigarette — текст песни (Urban Dance Squad)

Yo gotta bad habit
But you hit it
Comin` down yo block
So uplifted it
Showed me yo nose bone, big trick
Burn up yo nose, you little maggot
Close to a faggot, you`ve bin
Down the stations drugged in sexed again
Bin yin `n yang, doin` that thang
Where it ends, a next bang
Boom, I presume yo ego needed room
Monkeys on yo back
Couldn`t stand alone yo doom
Wanna be a rockstar, with two hands,
Lies can`t go now, you lost yo hand
Hated normal people, hide with alter ego
Woman `n a child, so yo talked all cheap yo
Say you wanna gonna run a thing soon
Five years later, still howlin` at the moon
Semi-anarchist, fond of cannabis,
Should`ve helped you out the pits
But your brain went sick

Even on yo job, playin` like a slob
Glory pops up
Claimed to be top, sick of hard labour
Got the vapours
Push comes to show
I went out like toiletpaper
Got shank in yo hand
For I was the man
Wish yo were in front, you know yo never can
Sad, sad, this boy got it bad
Throw up a fit - it`s me you wanna hit
Picture that with a nikon camera, click

I know you use people
I know you use people