SLUMPED Lyrics

They call him rambunctious

Tickling my conscience

Weathering tundras

Meddling with substance

In abundance

They call him rambunctious

Tickling my conscience

Weathering tundras

Meddling with substance

In abundance

Find him n circus in a circle with the murderous

Playing fetch with Cerberus

Getting swirly wirlys

From curvy bitches at the services

This individual's got some screws to twist

Catch him in a bozzey fit

Pissing off of roofs and shit

Flicking through some gruesome pics

Don't need that fella on a crucifix

More like a Stella and a toot to sniff

Master illtionist

Moving ludicrous

Pulling out my hair

In despair

How many sins can I get for a grin

Rocking on my chair

Lacking care

Revel in the snare that I'm in

I've seen the devil and he's fair

Let the dust settle

Your not special I got spares

Pack it in petal

Seen the venom in your stare

But now your rattled

When I'm near

Swapping stories like that bitch in Ballamory

2 for 40's While I stick it on a tory

Few words for this world that remain forever gory

Many curse the absurd I claim fiction in your story

Got some things to say about it

Drain my pen of ink

To see who said it loudest

Paths forever shrouded

When your barking mad

You're forever hounded.

They call him rambunctious

Tickling my conscience

Weathering tundras

Meddling with substance

In abundance.

They call him rambunctious

Tickling my conscience

Weathering tundras

Meddling with substance

In abundance.

Never ever sleep right

Roll round lonesome

Next stop postpone

Next flows wholesome

Recollect on a tombstone

Nothing left but some loose bones

That all depends if the noose holds

Fools gold got you tempted

Premeditated

Ventilating through the loopholes

Brutal loose hold

Soon fold

Only when it's crucial

No god mode can save the dream sold

Weak free throw

Go in peace

Find that you bleed slow

I didn't want It

I didn't choose it

Nothing but loos change

A stain on my new fit

Who's this

Nothing more than fool

Got the taste for rage with a cruel twist

Scoring 8 balls with a cue stick

Never been in favour of some loose lips

Better talk in laymans

For these pagans

That be tuned in

At the end of my tether

And I've just about reached my centre

But my core hurts

Picking at the strands of my sweater

At the mercy of my temper

While I'm munching down your horderves

I think life could get better

But I start to taste terror

Then I'm all nerves

Treat the bastard like a leper

Chuck the circus in the shredder

It's a slaughter

They call him rambunctious

Tickling my conscience

Weathering tundras

Meddling with substance

In abundance

They call him rambunctious

Tickling my conscience

Weathering tundras

Meddling with substance

In abundance

They call him rambunctious

Tickling my conscience

Weathering tundras

Meddling with substance

In abundance

They call him rambunctious

Tickling my conscience

Weathering tundras

Meddling with substance

In abundance