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riifty - itchy brain lyrics

f_ck it
don’t even know what i’m gonna say, but i’m gonna speak some sh_t on this one
_burps_
sh_t you love

they f_ckin’ let me out the looney bin again, i’m back
to give your ears another motherf_ckin’ panic attack
from my vulgar f_ckin’ rhymes ringing through their ear c_n_ls
sh_t, i’d be sick too if i heard my f_cking self
said f_ck an optimist, i put my feelings on the shelf
f_ck the world too, i hope i watch it burn in h_ll
i’m eating cereal with worms inside this mouldy, rotting cell
i’ve had this itch inside my brain since i was about twelve
and i just can’t scratch that sh_t, man
it’s p_ssing me off
i think i need a beer to feel better, hmm, which one’s stella?
drill a hole in my skull and pour it right in
wait, no, takе my brain out and shove it in the bin
i think of nihilistic propaganda 24/7
and my morals real small, likе a caravan in devon
and i’d sh_t in my hand and give it to you as a present
then i’d slap you with the other just to teach you a lesson

‘cuz the moral of the story is don’t approach weirdo’s
‘cuz you might meet riifty, who’d slice off your earlobes
“why does he want them for?”
“‘cuz he’s a sick f_cker”
you won’t even see they’re gone, ‘cuz he does it smooth as b_tter

yeah run, and take cover
run to your brother (run)
run to your fatnecks
run to your mother
i’ll commentate your death like my name was betty glover
and take the shirt from your chest and reveal your f_ckin’ blubber
getting twisted like a rasta’s dreadlock p_b_s
cleaver that i’m holding’s getting blood all on my shoes
taking cheese graters and i’m shaving my tattoos
and when i write my f_cking lyrics i use cut_outs from the news
i take myself hostage
sanity
lost it…
walking round town in my boxers eating wotsits
tryna find your nan so we can do a little crossfit
and dress her up in prada so she’s looking like a boss_b_tch
i’m that sick typa c_nt to have a w_nk in a church
and take a sneaky little pic while i’m lifting up your skirt
i’m at the bookies getting p_ssed with a crackhead here named bert
he showed me how to slit my wrist and smear it all up in the dirt

i’ve got my own little garden of weird commodities
and these weird little bugs that are starting to bother me
they be crawling in my ears and all around in my property
but i just live with them there, while they’re crawling on top of me

f_ck it
hold a lighter to my hand just to see if i’m alive
and just to see if i’m a man
and i’ll burn your f_cking city with some petrol in a can
then i’ll the middle finger and i’ll drive off in a van
hedonistic pr_ck, living for the minute
shoulda, woulda, coulda prolly stuck my sh_t right in it
wish i was a buddha, ‘cuz i’ve hit my f_cking limit
open up the barrel, put a bullet in and spin it

they f_ckin’ let me out the looney bin again, i’m back
to give your ears another motherf_ckin’ panic attack
from my vulgar f_ckin’ rhymes ringing through their ear c_n_ls
sh_t, i’d be sick too if i heard my f_cking self
said f_ck an optimist, i put my feelings on the shelf
f_ck the world too, i hope i watch it burn in h_ll
i’m eating cereal with worms inside this mouldy, rotting cell
i’ve had this itch inside my brain since i was about twelve
and it’s p_ssing me off
its so f_cking itchy
like, too itchy
it’s f_cking, inside my head
do you know how annoying an itch inside your head is?
i bet you you’ve never even felt an itch inside your head
have you?
have ever felt an itch inside of your head?
no
i didn’t think you had
so f_ck off

- riifty lyrics

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