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TICKLE MCNICHOLL™
02:33
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Tickle McNicholl a Bit of a Tippler Sipping a Trickle of Liquor or Similar
Drinking a Slippery Nipple and Thinking to Sling in a Finger of Gin at a Minimum
Bid in a Minute to Buy a Spirit or Cider Swigging it I'd Exhibit a
Kind of Imminent Wish and Ambition to Find a Given Imbibing Limit and
Campbelltown Loch it isn't Ardinning I Wish it were Whisky Brimming and Shimmering
I would Drink it Dry and Finish it Likely Dive or Dip in and swim in it
Pint or five and I'd be Minging I might decide to try to sing and that
Type of Thing______________________is why I've Been a Minor Dick
I'm Tickle McNicholl a bit of a Pickler
Puffing the piff and I'm picking a spliff and I
Covet the kiff and the kick and the kiss of the
bubble gum bud and if Somebody's Skinning it
Up and they're
Bunning it
Loving it Living it
Grubbing and Grin and then Gubbing it
Give us it
I'm Uninhibited I'll be there Diffident
Supplicant Bumming a HUFF and a HIT of it
So Broke:____Rummage to Chip in a Couple of Quid on it
So Stoned:__Suddenly Titter at Nothing Particular
No Joke_____Thoroughly Digging the Cut of it's Jib and a
Lid of the hubbly bubbly Doubly lovely Jubbly crumbly shit
Tickle McNicholl a Bit of a Nibbler
Cavernous Quickening Cavity Bigger than
Massive and Infinite Lacking a Limit a
Ravenous Tip when the Cannabis Triggered it
__Managing Cinnamon Rapidly Risen to Challenge and Chinning it
_Scranning the Littlest Half of the Chitterling Bap and I've Bitten it
Grabbing a Chip and then Happily Rip in and
Having a Kipper or Haddock and Vinegar
Man on a Mission I'm Mad for the Fish and
Kebab and a Dish Of The Haggis and Rib and a
Coke Float__Attacking a Cinema Snack and a Sizzling
Roast Goat_and Tanning a Jiggot of Rabbit or Chicken and
Tickle McNicholl a Bit of a Stickler
Sick of the Pickling Nick of the Living and
Quitting the Drinking: Inimical Hinder the
Lyrical Swing of the Sibilant Rhythm and
Given up Nibbling Hitting the Gym and I'm
Diligent Militant Slimming to Trim and the
Scrip of the Ritalin Stimulant Citizen
Bringing a Driven and Vigorous Vision I'm
So Close_____King of the Liminal
Vim and I'm Winging it
Go Slow_____Still in the Middle And
ill I'm Beginning it
So Though___Figured I'm Rid of it Blip
and I'm Missing it
Gripping the Tick and I Chill
and I'm Winning it
Tricky to stick at it
Slick I delivered it
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CURRICULUM VITAE
03:20
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I started work at the age of four maybe five
They ignored child labour laws at Wayne Enterprises
Yeah they ain't the nicest, nae surprise the pay was shitest.
I did some dark night shifts to pay the rent on time.
Apprenticed as a soldier of fortune. A great scheme.
I learned to problem solve and work as part of A-Team.
I did a few tasks at New Path escalating up the tree.
I made the cups of tea, I laced with substance D.
Precrime dudes don't have a clue what remorse is
And a minority reported I was using brutal force and
Aye well I don't always choose the suitable course and
At Tyrell I was more human than human resources.
And at the internship at Alchemax I'd binge and filled my mouth with snacks.
Til I got asked to stop it after porking out some more.
Worked on and off at Aperture. Fired and rehired and resigned.
Then right back in the office after walking out the door.
I'd like emphasise my tenure's generally long
And if I didn't work for Rekall I'm remembering wrong.
Plus I'm pretty sure I worked for Treadstone Seventy-One.
But I can't quite recollect though cos my memory's gone.
Then on to Gen-Sys maybe three months as a medical flunky.
If your intent is to pay peanuts then expect to get monkeys.
I did intense chores at Lex Corp, in one sec I'd get bored.
Then ConSec and next Zorg: the best in the country.
And the Umbrella Corporation had some excellent people,
But the CEO's a wanker and the president's evil.
I worked in Hanka on robotics. Had a crack at making chocolates,
Where the CEO's a Wonka with incredible treacle.
My communication skills are blatantly dope.
Was proving that chewing the fat back at Paper Street Soap.
I know that I was on the sick a little while at Monsters, Inc.
I think despite the problem kids I missed I basically coped.
Those dinosaurs at Ingen tried to screw me like a newbie.
Vought has non-disclosure forms. The guys at Veidt have sued me.
I worked a chain of burger chains with burger flipping duties.
Big Kahuna, Krusty Burger, Burger Shot then Moobys.
Then it was a stress at Stark. Busy as a hired hand.
Ended when they went and started nicking my inspired plans.
Said you aren't dressing smart: criticised attire and
Saying I'd get fired if I “don't give that shirt an iron man.”.
Alienated by my labour at Weyland Yutani.
I learned to trust my gut and fuck the catering its shabby.
Had an animus against Abstergo management admit it
Because nothing was permitted and the rate of pay was crappy.
Computer's skills are highly prized at Cyberdyne.
They try to find the kinda silent type the guy that likes arriving right on time.
The finest mind. Inspiring if he winds up in the firing line.
Your contract's terminated if you fail to make them happy.
Like the factory at Acme. Bored right to the back teeth.
Sick of the conditions and the foreman's quite the Nazi.
So when I saw the light and organised and brought the fight
And called a strike of all the guys: of course they tried to sack me.
Played the devils advocate at Thorn for a hefty wage.
I lost the bosses big wig he swore there was hell to pay.
Disposed a sacks of broken glass for dough at Nakatomi.
Got acrimonious demand the load of cash they owe me.
Down with OCP: yeah you know me. They said my cyber-human fusion was a pile of stupid bollocks.
My rise was super sonic. I designed consumer products,
But the Omni buggers dropped me cos they liked to boost the profits.
Yeah I missed a lot of lessons I'm a bored and listless learner.
Got Saturday detention when I called in sick at Shermer.
Earned my first degree at Greendale where my beers were mixed with chronic.
I've a correspondence doctorate I got at Miskatonic.
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no tasty genofixed enhancements no never to get that
level of death hack genital pepping and general epic embetterment
no faces crisper gifted handsome No no Never gonna get that
bet they're gonna check accession to relevant meddling when it's invented and
no basic neural lace implants in no never ever gonna get the benefit of those
whether developing tech and a method I reckon it's so
no advances for the ill bred uh uh uh uh no advances if you've nil creds nut nut nut nut
No stricken player games of chance and accept that
no fettered depressive or beggar is tethered and dead if you bet red better to bet black
no brain state skimmed and scanned in no anti-grav but you're better with a jet pack
fella Could forget that Helluva set back regret that: fell and with a wet splat
no gain and quicken mix is glanding no head is embedded with chemical revelling
heavily leathered impediment blending in edge and then centred and
no advances for the pill heads uh uh uh uh no advances if you've nil creds nut nut nut nut
no painless living safe and cashless toking the dope of the smoky bowl
No taking trips to shape up planets having the compassion that'd throw them a bone
no claim to back the safer factions toting a noble goal no advances for the swill fed no
no place for action stained combatants no soap for the woeful soul
no case for special circumstances' no bit of hope for the folk that are droned
no wave of slick and paid assassins go rogue for the dough
no advances if you've spilled red no
no chasing ships in crazy tangents pace that's swift and racing fast
and grip egrid and gaining traction no no
no stations ripped away to fragments haze of gridfire blaze and dance in
space’s inky graceful vastness no no
No marain on lips in cadence practiced changers thick and strangest accents
shape to shift in phasing trances uh uh uh uh
no advances if you've nil creds nut nut nut nut what's the chances banks is still dead? Yup yup yup yup
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THE MAN WITH NO ARMS
02:03
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The Man With No Arms
When we were wee on weekdays dad got home after dark
But then at the weekend we'd go to the park
Sometimes on Saturdays sometimes on Sundays
Sunshine or scattered rain always a fun day
Not more fun without mum mind
Rather some kind of bonding type father and sons time
We'd walk to the pond and feed bread to the ducks
Then further along take the squirrels some nuts
The birds in the trees and the dogs off their leads
Spring was for frog spawn in the autumn kicked leaves
And then at the end of these natural charms
We'd visit the grave of The Man With No Arms
Highgate cemetery just by the park was the place
For The Man With No Arms and his serious face
A big beard like Santa but sorry to say
Not a nose like a cherry just stony and grey
His likeness atop a huge plinth very grand
I worked out that they'd made him it cos they felt bad
That he didn't have arms that he'd lived all his days
Without arms so to compensate gave him that grave
And though he lacked arms and the hands for the fight
He still hoped that the workers of all lands would unite
Some interpret the world in various ways
But The Man With No Arms said the point is to change it
my brothers and I miss our dad such a lot
We're all grown up now but we've never forgot
That he took us each week for a walk to the spot
Of Karl Marx's grave it's a communist plot
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ME MUM'S A PIRATE
02:42
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My mum's a pirate with a pirate ship and i'm not talking wank
She's on a maritime type tyrant tip don't try her, shit, you'll walk the plank
Or get shot full of lead, should have said she's got a wooden leg
Had parrot on her shoulder but it died a bit and sort of stank
She chucked it. Grabbed her cutless and she'll cut you up to fuck yes
She's corrupting and corrupted and her crew do as instructed
She's a pirate's pirate eh? And you can hate it or admire it say
No sooner see a cannon than she'll steal that shit and fire it straight
At all the good guys must admit she must have missed though that was a good try
Could've been goodbye to the good times should've never put that the patch on her good eye
Truthfully yes she brutally supressed A mutiny
with just her sense of duty To see guests were suitably left
At the bottom of a bottle Yeah she's sodden in grog
She's bold wee soul She's an old sea dog
She'll use the cat o nine tails When you've got to be flogged
And see the fact that she's the captain means It's properly logged
My mums a pirate with a pirate beard And i'm not speaking balls
She's a privateer with pirate gear A pirate leer an all
When violent pirates see her Seems all of them feel small
She's highly feared and while you're here She'll order you keel hauled
Got some flotsom what son? Flotsom? Lots and lots And you can bet son
When she's got some you can get some Then she's gonna get some jetsom yes
Some jetsom you can i bet some new dubloons Be soon a nervous wreck
With you marooned the gruesome Crew resume their murder quest
She says “no cheek or swearing on this Ship right? Not the place.”
And if you do i swear beware she'll tear that Lip right off your face
Splicing the mainbrace take All the pieces of eight In the main they say Wanna be first mate
Sail everywhere they're barely scared The brits might stop the chase
She got a dead man's chest You knew she stuck her gear in
They do their rucking, booty's sunk and Soon you'll duck in fear and
The crew are drunk and cheering Harpoon's their lucky spear and
Buccaneering is the route their Fucking steering ya hearing?
My mum's a pirate she's sails the seven seas see
My mum's a pirate my mate's never believe me
My mum's a pirate we love it living free
I'm bored of sitting sick at sea it's always fish and chips for tea
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as a kid was a bit of a sad and brooding fat amusing average loser
didn't exactly lack a snack or two or have to scrap for food
got bigger and in fact i grew slimming to skinniness thin and then back to huge
unlimited in fat to choose a given i've bitten in tanned in through the scran
admit it i've quaffed the booze a bit on a tuesday afternoon to mask the blues
even if it's a classic move a little bit daft if you've a crashing mood
been on a path to soothe never bashed or bruised at an action too
like a kid in a militant faction who has a dig at a pig or a nazi dude
winging it thinking a tack to choose hard picking a vigorous path to prove
only speaking for myself and I can just barely do that too
that fan hit and he had the news bad bad shit and the cancer grew
man still missing my dad I do massively crippling sadness true
had to be bringing up gladness that i had him cos I am and I did
i'm thankful of his example and if ever i'm having a kid
hope to cope with the challenge of having a family
and if my calibre's adamant man i'll be grand
i'll be manically panicky plan I can handle my shit like a man as he did
i've actually been radically shit
sanity vanished said back in a bit
mad and inadequate habit of sabotage
happened then rapidly
sapping my wit
and shattered my grip and battered my happiness
slap of the crappiness rap on the chin
the saddening smack on the back of the napper
the savage attack and the crack of the whip
the damaging digs ------------- I hurt me nice and deep
I chatted a bit to baffling shrinks ---------------- prefer the silent treatment
champ at the bit to rap what i've writ no happier tickle than having a spit
and manage to give my affect a lift ------------------ i'm bursting wide asleep
i try to meet the kind of people who'll be kind to people
seeking to be kind to people who'll be kind to me
I try to be but i'm a people: typical blind to evil deeds
of mine and even minimal minor secret vice unseen
am I the freak? the difficult snide conceited guy that's seated not so deep
inside of me the side of me that likes the beef
resigned i'm beat thinking its fine to fiend on picking a fight with peeps
or is it the vision that we can find a peaceful kind of peak to climb i dream
try to meet the kind of people who'll be kind to people
seeking to be kind to people aye the keeping kind of people
finding people minded people people who'll be guiding people
Vis a vis the vibing people seek the sweetest side of people
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MRS MCNICHOLL™
02:54
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Been sitting around and thinking about
what topic to pop on the top of this beat
the obvious subject love cos I’ve just
tumbled and tottered and toppled in deep
but hobee not gonna be nodding and positive
she's not shockingly keen
on awfully waffly voluble leaps
or prodigal prosody homage or homily scenes
been figuring out considering how
the strong and inhibited block is a bit of
an issue and bound to limit amount
of public love I could properly offer
in tribute without an immanent row
and probable bollocking reaped
the problem is ominous gonna be stopping us
plotting to snog in the street
see timidity pivotal leads
to nobble my gobbiness feats
my whimsical wanton
and wittering compliments
written to boggle her wonderful noggin in
simmering sonorous
lyrical bobbing
and mythical quality
risible homonyms
literal drop of the biblical torrent
of smitten and possible speech
love blossoming, shimmering
giggling, solemn, unstoppable
constant across all continents
cosmic to Qwantum Konsequence
connected consciousnesses consonant
*** she's the one
til I’m a blithering dithering
doddering fossil indeed
i love her, love her lots and it's epic
love her til I’m wobbly and weak
love her and I said it be7ebek and I meant it
and I’ll love her til I hobble and I creek
love her til my life's end credits
love her til I’m dropping to my knees
love her to the tip tip top of the peak of Ben Nevis
and I love her to the bottom of the sea
love her love her lots like
what a phenomenon
level of loving is novel and foreign
I love her love her lots like
wanna be alongside
got to be the one aye
provident covenant
love her til the lochs dry
love her til the rocks like
liquid
indicative of
the hominid I need
i'm a lucky little tickle
and I give a little jiggle and a wriggle
she's the one I got to meet
I spin and I hop and I skip
and I jump and I want to leap
I'm whispering, spitting a lyric
and singing the song I mean
the snuggling kissing and cuddling
building the bond i'm pleased
to deliver on promised treats and
keep giving her props like these:
the one I wanna settle with,
and be a better fella with
the rest of time put the
pedal at the metal wit and revel
in the bed a little
reckon if I'm getting on a
sentimental bent a bit
the one I seek
I dig her
bigger better than I ever did
or Anybody Anywhere or Anyone that ever lived
or Anyone that Anyone is ever gonna reckon that they're gonna wanna get in with the one I need
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we haven't met but you're a great fan of the great man
a dishonest mistake and when claim it you're a fake stan
it's injury time cos imminently my failing tactical grace and
pacifism's away to lapse with a misophist to the face palm
you say banks “wasn’t pro-trade union” ridiculously confabulating
ravished by the sheer implausibility of that last statement
you're a useless weapon what are the civilian applications?
zero credibility your brain pan's a wasteland
not a momentary lapse of sanity: integrity catastrophe
refreshingly unconcerned with the vulgar exigencies of veracity
not youthful indiscretion not a harmless little rascal
your limiting factor is simply that you're not charming but irrational
a fine disregard for awkward facts an unfortunate conflict of evidence
the deftly expressed sentiments you missed with your moral arrested development
no one knows what the dead think bank's had his last dramatic exit
but his legacy is left and your questionable ethics can't wreck it
fuck you saying wages and safety are someone else's problem
fuck you and your rescue subs and your blatantly prosthetic conscience
fuck you and your lame and inappropriate responses
fuck you is my germane riposte to your shamefully non-zetetic nonsense
usually i'm destined to be sweet and full of grace
but it's time for heavy messing fate amenable to change
now look what you've made me do killing time with ablation moves
fuck a frank exchange of views i'll aim to do the same to you
an unreliable witness a “socialist” til it's bad for business
i said, i've got a big stick i'm hopeful it's to smack your fixed grin
got a pure big mad boat man but it lacks the usual lustre
i’ve got nuisance value as an attitude adjuster
advanced case of chronic patheticism it's character forming isn’t it?
kiss my ass kakistocrat this rap is warm, considering
so much for subtlety no grey area you wet cunt
the anticipation of a new lover's arrival cos you can get fucked
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MIC MASTER MCNICHOLL™
01:57
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Where'd you get that cheese? Soup and a sandwich
Where'd you get that weed? Doob and it's massive
Where'd you get that beat? Who did you sample?
Where'd you get that peeve? Booze is the damage
Well i gotta start, then i gotta stop
What i've got to get, i've got to go to get a pot
Little bit of garlic: little bit of stock
Drop for the soup that suits that lot
Springing an ining an
I'm flinging it in and then mmmm
Never be minging i'm singing and bringing em
Flavaz zinging then stick in a chicken and
Carrots and leeks
To balance the meat
Comparatively
tatties and bacon see
To add to the beast
No matter to me
That it flattens my anatomy least
Cos it's the taste
That is the basis
Of this fattening feast
Perhaps peas but that means
Yer deviating from the mode so
Don't expect a second breakfast
Mate you ain't no frodo
Back to the recipe
A sandwich with the best of three impressive meats
The freshest cheese yes
To make you're chests aheave
*intake of breath*
“that's some fucking good cheese man
And it such an achievement
I can't fucking believe it
It's a cheese to leave you speechless
And with fucking good reason
Super sized i'm surprised it's so
Succulent seeming
Well i gotta start, then i gotta stop
What i've got to get, i've got to go to get a pot
I don't wanna wait
When a brew's what i want to make
Waters cold but the fire's hot
Stoned as standard seldom see me sober
And i over eat why
Sinking my teeth into deep fried beef aye
Eat ice cream like i been to the seaside
Masturbate to the plan of tanning
Half a crate of jaffa cakes
With the big fat bastard massive plates
Of pasta bake i masticate
When i'm baked man then i'm in rasta state
Toast is all i can be assed to make
No boast man and i'm in the drastic straits
When the post man's my most classic mate
All drinks in moderashun
Need an exception got to make one
When i wanna play
When wanna hae fun late
Dunno what to say
But i wanna straight rum eh?
Sugar and ice and lots of lime eh
Would have been nice but not tonight take
Shite days: gotta be the friend of the mic say
Winner when i wonder why they end in the right way
Got a big bag of high grade rhymes eh?
Chopping up four or five lines at a time eh?
Slick with the rhythm in em i wait
Life state i hate
Might skate by mate
Tick said better give a seditive
Verse is sick but embedded in his head it is
Nurses quick it's getting all repetetive
Mic master mc's who the medic is
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AUSTERITY TIL INFINITY
02:00
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My nose to the grind stone similar days similar pay
Given a raise: crap a bit of a slap to that bit of my face
Bite the hand that doesn't feed me but I’m sick of the taste
Fight the man that loves the greed see cunt's completely minimum wage
King of the fake he's tough to beat wi bigger displays
Live in age: is it you have to flash the cash to win the debate?
Sibilant snakes eh? slinging their mates a bit of the cake
Kicking the cage and bringing the pain cos it'd be great to ring in a change
Their austerity merits a heavy levity
Benefits sent to cemetery bevan's went to spin in his grave
Can't see the evidence set to unsettle sediment
Of selflessness embedded meant my sentiment: imminent rage
Sick at the pace- shady papers say they're trimming the waste
Isn't the case blatant play delivered to date to break the place
Deliberate hate, hidden away saved for reigning, into the day
Take the bait: a differing state I kid on I make with rhythm and bass
So where did we sign up? to line up and wind up fucked
I’m thinking it's somebody ripping the piss to kinda define us as such
An enemy better be fired up divide up to sides of the ruck
And kick in the buggers who're ripping and fucking us try to decide
It's enough is enough and we're toughened but we suffered this stuff and it sucks
And in the sucking we been struck by the guff and the muck
So when do we wise up to lies of the guys that we trust
Somebody come and advise us rumble the guys by the lies on the pus
Fuck the government cuts fuck their abacus
Chuck the buck they're covering up their malice with a narrative
Buggering up the masses with a class analysis
A given they're willing to kill a debate with damaging parameters
So suck on my nuts you bucket of cunts you punks are average
The up of the crust are double or bust they're just a bunch of amateurs
Shenanigans a troubling bluff so shut the fuck up you're babbling
Day come when you're numb and you crumble to rubble and dust in fucking bafflement
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NURSE TICKLE™
00:56
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wash my big balls like a woman you wee poof.
your dick's small. I’m assuming. I don't need proof.
Lived tall, war wounded but I’ve been stooped
least I had a proper man's job like a real dude
Regular proper man gotta big cock and that
breadwinner not a vag got a fat wad of cash
said if there's gobby twats talking back knock em flat
you're a male nurse and a wee tube
my capacity for rational analysis
is as massive as my actual bag and phallus is
as vast fastnesses or a mass of palaces
your dank shack's lying empty it's a lean to
that sound is glass houses
women living in em shouldn't buy a dress that's see through
you're having a laugh to try and test me and my deep truth.
these two massive giant testes need a clean you
how are you mate? Thinking a lot considering what to see to
Bring in a cloth give it a bit of a wash and get the tea brewed
You take____ milk and two eh? me too
usual wait to urinate or you could make a wee poo
wages are proper bad______my______job is crap
Strange if i'm honest that____i'm____often glad
changing a horrid sad hobbled man's rotten pad
I'm a great nurse and a wee tube
My capacity for managing your callousness
is as natural as my affable compassion is
can't be hassled with passing on the malice if
you're chat's rank that the crappiness you've been through
that feeling's glass ceilings
women driven winning don't comprise they threat they seem to
you're having a laugh to try and vex me with your mean mood
please do ask me if there's anything you need dude
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organised a round of applause for all the nurses if you're a worker got to work out what your worth is
organised a round of applause for all the nurses if you're a worker got to work out what your worth is
similar days I grind for similar pay shite high time I was given a raise right
strive for snide bribes minimum wage sick of the taste of this twice sliced sliver of cake
liberty bell i'd strike chimes ringing a change try to come up for air like i'm living in space
live in an age the price hikes bigger inflates sick of the pace see bite's size shrink in the main
imminent rage aye nye might spin in his grave sick of the claim the nice guys are trimming the waste
isn't the case spit in the face of the sick and in pain skimming their take off shore slyly hidden away
pinnacles staked commanding heights a midden of fake shit and the snakes lie and take prizes win the debate
hypocrites aim finger of blame a different place bringing the hate whine and spray jibes at immigrant rates mate
fuck their austerity fuck their abacus crush the discussion with rubbish parameters
different fucking planeters sucky janitors: barely balancing calibre is average
nothingness passionless callow narratives ///// pack of wankers debate a mass of amateurs
fuck their paralysis fuck their sanctioning attacks on taxes all tax they're challenging
fuck shan banter man rabbited like alice did up his own hole: where he owns gold palaces demands
no stand on this and hassles activists amassed a massive list of baffled anarchists
bankers fucked the plan again duck and managing dumb shenanigans just an embarrassment
run the analysis of masters malice it's debacle catastrophe cataclysmic twattishness
organised a round of applause for all the nurses if you're a worker got to work out what your worth is
organised a round of applause for all the nurses if you're a worker got to work out what your worth is
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I'M NOT RAPPING ANY MORE
02:06
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I'm not rapping any more.
Maybe grab a flag and that. Wave it like semaphore.
If it's pressing then it's possible.
A message or some gossip in a bottle. Might wait on any shore
You can bet that it's true. You'll be getting my news.
From my messenger doos. Make ready for.
A better set of methods to chose. That are sensitive too.
And i reckon i'll use. A great many more.
Scribbling in ill. Illuminated letter form.
I'm only gonna communicate in metaphor.
Bringing in a little liberated ape to. Train to take
The train the ape. May get a horse.
Tell a mate to tell a mate. To tell a mate to tell 'em or.
Tell em at their place. Face to face if i teleport.
Hope is that folk dig. My toking's for smoke signals.
Most think the dope is. To make me a better sport.
If i miss you all. Ache very sore.
If i missed your call. Wish you'd all. Make plenty more.
Telegram or tell a man. Or telegraph or telepath or.
With the crystal ball. From my auld mate skeletor.
Read tea leaves. Head state sending thoughts
Reach deid ouijas. Remonstrate when they're board.
Got an old. Game we can play and you're getting warm.
Hot and cold got the whole day. Eh? Twenty four.
Flying in a chopper what. I'd take from a heliport.
Writing on a bomb: bomb. Your base in a deadly war.
Miming to a song. I'm trying sign along.
Strong rhyming in binary my. Brail spelling's raw.
I spose i might compose. Paintings with many flaws.
I hope i write a note. Won't break any laws.
D'ya have a basic lingo? See? I wrote a line of code.
And you know i cyphered loads. With that hater fellow morse.
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TICKLE MCNICHOLL™ Glasgow, UK
daft sod/mad/odd/dad bod/rap god
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