Die Old - Lunar C

Scumbag rap for the drug dealers and deadbeats

'Bout to cop a kilo, fuck being an MC

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed

With a screw loose, not right in the head

Give a bitch my morning glory, praise the Lord and saviour

Liquor always makes me talk to strangers like we’ve been friends forever

Pissed up, tryna make a a makeshift telephone

Got two cans left but I can’t string a sentence together

Rolled a joint fat like Uncle Buck

Rum and Kush makes me get my words muddled up

Talking double dutch, they talk shit, we fuck them up

Your mother took five dicks and the johnny was a rubber glove

My cocaine is fair trade

Got the money in a air raid shelter with a rifle and some bare mates

Just in case this rap shit goes pear-shaped

'Cause I’m just about famous enough to have to wear shades

When I’m begging for spare change

Don’t just get by, go get rich, die old

Life goes too fast, I know

Just get by, go get rich, die old

Life goes too fast, I know

My dad always said I was a strange kid

Never had any friends, I had to play with myself like I was sexually frustrated

Never knew I was destined for great things, a legend in the making

Eating Wotsits in bed with a fat bitch

Keeps moaning about the crumbs, fucked her on her bathroom sink while I raided

her medicine cabinet

And grew a pair of tits 'cause I took a oestrogen tablet

Going in until I black out and stain my undies

Then wake up a new man, I’m staying hungry

I’m 'bout the music, I don’t need a label to be making money

I push it on the street like cocaine and baby buggies

I sit on my doorstep and blaze up

With my music up loud, neighbours giving me strange looks

I do what I like, fuck your opinion

My brain’s something that you just can’t grasp like some A-Cup

Don’t just get by, go get rich, die old

Life goes too fast, I know

Just get by, go get rich, die old

Life goes too fast, I know

I’m childish, I take every opportunity to get one up on you

You bring a bitch, I bring a couple through

Smoke a join, I’m bunning two

Basically every time you’ve got a nail I’ve gotta double you

And if you still don’t get it, what I’m saying is you’re gonna lose

I’m a hater, I can count the rappers I don’t rate on one hand, if I was holding

a calculator

They’re tryna break into the mainstream, wondering what they can do different

But they’ll die underground like a tube

And how the fuck you pushing thirty and still a up-and-comer?

You need to reassess your life, when my cup is half full I just down it and

fill up another

Like your stepdad on his deathbed, I’m an ill motherfucker

Fashion victims do extensive research

To try find their brown belts and expensive t-shirts

What type of mad weather makes you need a vest made of black leather?

Fake gashes in your jeans like your ancestors were transgender