Mucker Video (MV)

"Giz a smoke e at yer toking, I've some coke and yokes in
And I need to get it shifted or I'll get my kneecap broken"
He hands you back your joint and the motherf*cker is soaking
Get the f*ck you stupid cunt don't mean to be so blunt
But take a step back in time and we were just like Palestine
That blows my mind
All the people subjected to the war crimes
With no real rhyme or reason to the other side that's treason
But believe the same shit in a different f*cking bucket
Wind your f*cking neck in and stop acting like a muppet
Religion is a cult and the cult is killing real culture
People in positions of power are proper vultures
F*cking thieving cunts that feed themselves by doing f*cking nothing
Yet we'll vote them back in even though we know they're bluffing
F*cking cheeky cunts have the nerve to raise their salary
The fat get fatter 'til they overdose on calories
But naturally
When I sit back and actually relax it seems to me
That I can't go two days without a smoke of g, f*ck me
Molestation on the beat
All these pussy rappers now I think it's time for me to eat
I start my day with shredded wheat and little bit of grinded weed
And roll the f*cker up to guarantee I'm feeling highly sweet
Smelling like a piece of peat got pissed on by a cat
I could be P.C but where's the f*cking fun in that
It's like I'm trying to escape a maze that's made of purple haze
But I don't want to leave it I want to light it and breathe it
Because it's one of the few things that make me really feel completed
Though looking a sobriety it seems that I'm defeated
My way's the highway so it's highly unlikely
That NA and AA can save me from my ways
No way
There's no f*cking way man
Give us just a second 'til I spark the f*cking J man
Okay man
Anyway
What was I saying f*ck knows
I'm so f*cking high that I've to jump to touch my toes
Keekee-f*cking-bobo wouldn't know how to flow in a row boat
Stuck between their teeth is a little bit of their scot
If you don't know what I'm saying you should listen to "Dear Rappers"
You may call me sway 'cause I don't have all of the answers
I bless myself with trees every time that I sneeze or breathe
I'll go for 9 bars that's 250 g's to me
Can't you understand that I'm doing this shit so easily
The reason be for me is that this rapping is my therapy

Keep my circle small so my best friend's like my shrink
Let me coward for an hour in the shower let me think
What's the worst that could happen if I go back on the drink
Besides pouring all my progress down the sink in a blink
Met a marathoner who was high on marijuana
But eating carbonara? Cheese is bad so sayonara
Rastafara, gonna see the weed man in the f*cking morning
While you're acting like a sergeant with your phony army garments
Get the f*ck back off my nut sack 'fore I wack you back in time
To find what happened to wee Madeline
A social-economic crime
That's a social-economic crime
Smelly the body of the beat from the boot of the car
So the lack of a conviction just seems pretty bizarre
Maybe she's out hiding where the wild thinks are
Nice try, Einstein cats have 9 lives therefore hence why
I are smart guy
So f*cking stupid

Just another sour cunt from out of town
But I don't really mind just keep the touts out sound
Stealing poppadoms from Papa John's so they can't sell them
And then you go and flip the shit and buy some f*cking yellows
Getting wapped out with the boys and you're having the craic
'Til you find one of your mates lying flat on his back
And when all the motherf*ckers 'round you run it's not fun
When you're the one left waiting for the ambulance to come