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VERSE 1:
RAMSON BADBONEZ
- Roll on down to the stomping grounds
- Where robberies and lost property is never found
- Lost souls at crossroads drinking Special Brew, Tennent's and Strongbow
- Chonging on dro with Gonzo
- A no-hoper, stubborn and won't budge
- Young yet grown-up but never got shown love
- Smoked scuff sold drugs
- We don't know, what's the reason?
- Cos it's fucking freezing and depressing in this festive season
- Which is why we drink a lot, bagging up in the block
- With schitz dogs roaming in winter fog
- Properly grimy and shifty and sheisty
- With the law skidding up beside me, it's drastic
- Flat roaches and Rizla packets
- Re-ups and packages wrapped in cling-film and plastic
- In fact, Oscar the Slouch burst your cakehole
- Show you dumb clowns what it's about in December
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VERSE 2: RAMSON BADBONEZ- I'm hearing voices in my head
- Maybe it's my spirit or the poisons I've been fed
- With little options or choices
- In this city the shit's gritty
- With thick fitties and Miss Piggy's with big titties
- My state of mind is 'take mine'
- In the mix of court cases, hate crimes and grapevines
- Fake smiling just moody
- A bunch of unruly teens stomping a pig when he's off duty
- No rules, do dirt just don't get caught
- CNN war report in the CD tray
- Christmas Eve, billing green snivelling yayo
- My face goes numb plus my lips feel like they froze
- Undercovers taking pictures every couple hours, change clothes
- Switching up trainers in this bait zone
- Rainbows and winter breeze making me
- Bounce around like Zebedee to the melody
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VERSE 3: RAMSON BADBONEZ- Right about to roll an L, well well
- Everybody else can go to hell
- Smells and cold stairwells
- Hustling to eat around the ends
- Frozen up again feeling death breathing down my neck
- And the reflection in the mirror's getting clearer
- Button your lip up in the presence of a sinner
- Filling up my lungs and liver
- Far from a beginner can't nobody get to inner
- Hood's type push bikes
- Wrong time, wrong place
- Jooked by hook knives
- Pure feds are on the case
- Negative energy, the reaper's fucking calling me
- I'm getting the feeling that this entity is stalking me
- Fuck my family, my girl and this whole world
- The chance is slim I'm a victim of my own curse
- No words can explain, the pain's blunt
- Got me hoping that I go to sleep and never wake up
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