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Example lyrics : "You Can't Rap"

You can't rap my friend you're white and you're from fulham
Please put down the mic there's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid you wont get that far

Turn your back on hip hop bruv and go and play guitar

Of all the possibilities i ever coulda chosen

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop
Imagine all the tip top rappers' bottom lips drop
Sittin there shocked that some other bloody $%&^x hot

Dude with a mullet, bussin shorts wearing flip flops
Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross
Of fans lovin prodigy, kylie and slipknot

Nearly coulda happened bruv, look at me i $%&^x not
Little elliot, rhymes for the hell-of-it
If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell-a-bit

I tried hard to dig up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An anglo-saxon with a broken accent

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction
So i said bye to rap, saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band


Chorus


Attention seeking - how far should a man go?
Cut his ear off like vincent van gogh?
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles

Turn my good life into a babyshambles?
$#&@ myself up real properly, like pete doherty
Cover of heat i'm hot property

Everybody's clockin' me i own the crowd
Now i gotta link me up with a girls aloud
Next exchange vows now my pops is proud

There's a nine on my cloud i'm as pleased -
As i ever been bro, mans flash like jose mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of pinot

Now i've got big i can fight photographers
Bang the obvious, please biographers
Spend currency til there aint none left

And when i need more i'll fake my own death

Chorus


Right now it's just hit and miss, soon i'll taste a bit of bliss
Bangin chicks at worst with looks like jayne middlemiss

Never doin' hideous, it's too bad for busi-ness
I spin when they grin with skin like darth sidious
Never out-riddle this, you're all chattin gibberish

Verbal diarrhoea so you're never getting rid of this
I hear your retorts there's all sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness, you wishin' you written this

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