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Rav

Crucible

 

Crucible

(album: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.5 [2011-2016] - 2016)


(Mam/Man, you done came up)

Show up at your funeral
Finna use your coffin as my urinal, beautiful
What a suitable farewell
Super, all blood, piss, cum, sweat and tears in a crucible

Ramen Suicide
Is it food for thought? Or some vomit, you decide
Yo it's slaughtered human side
Catch you crawling through the mud
Got a problem with your pride
Whilst I never give a fuck, fuck what you is you inside, uh

Puffing on a salad metaphor
Man I'm never bored
Catch me by the sandwich store
Stomach passing through a sort
Sassy as a door lock
Trapping you indoors wrapped
Plastered on that OG
I am grass in human form
I'm a massive unicorn
In assassin's uniform
You so wack, motherfucker
All attracted to my charm (Brraat) (Woo!)

Motherfucker I been ill
Double cups both been filled
Double dutching with Kill Bill (Ah!)
Hold the motherfucker back
Cause the motherfucker back
EXO on my fucking back (Ah!)
And who the fuck is you?
Last time no one was here there was nothing you would do (Ha!)

Back in the building
Clap back from the ceiling
Rav crafting a rad back track for a minute
Snout spitting out fast, yeah, that's independent
When I snap the aggression, now Rav is the best then
As it once was, bust once and I vanish
When I must come in first, drums in a panic
See some dumb stuff, cross, stung, this is vantage
Then I run up, puff blunts, playing Dungeons 'n' Dragons?

Fuck, R-AV, bar swag, here we go
With the box open I snack on the cereal
Dance when you hear my voice blast through the stereo
Making friends ask, "Who's that individual?"
Classy and lyrical, massive intellectual
And you really hoping to gas the initial
Break down a character, actor or didn't you know
Yeah I got your ears, do I have your attention though?

Actually listen bro, uh

And I don't give a fuck at all
I'm in the washroom, the room where I wash my balls
And I wash 'em (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na)
And I wash 'em (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na)
Uh, I don't give a fuck at all
I'm in the washroom, the room where I wash my balls
And I wash 'em (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na)
And I wash 'em (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na)

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