On The Chin - makeshift scoundrel
Channel: makeshift scoundrel
Date: 2019-05-19

Snuffgod & Godless
Track 6
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lyrics:
I lost the plot, can’t find the map.
Miss won’t get off my back, 
Mandem got the mind on scraps, racks.
Mine's reserved for tracks. 
Devil in his room, knocking hats with this and that’s 
Slap the rat and watch my back,
Rap is out to clap the chaps.
Keeping homes homely,
Trapping yutes lonely,
So pent up from pent houses and made to sit through ceremonies. 
They all told me: "If only twice as big.", 
I spout the same shit,
They ignore and end up staying sit.

Take it on the chin.

Most these rappers are the vulture or the magpie,
Knicking other people's beats or hording anything that shines.
I got time to act dumb,
Young sons get done for the wrong reasons,
It’s treason for fun, ay. 
People focus on each other’s race,
Bunch of wankers. 
Clinical slices, try divide us, shank ya, welcome,
Helped them, another busy day at office,
Get off us, clinging to my arm? 
Love stop it.
If you rally them up then they say some crazy shit,
Take it out of context,
Whack it front page: 
Cha Ching.
90s kids, ring ring on my cellular,
Telling ya, beginning of the end promised heaven ya. 

Take it on the chin.
Take it on the chin.

I checked the news today it was like "Doris lost her cat",
And a flood in Milton Keynes? 
Rain in England? Fancy that! 
Least it gave them something else to talk about part from the mortgage. 
Morbid, awkward,
Ask for half the shit you ordered
In the maccies with our trackies zipped all the way.
Zzzp!
Boys in raves, shame, turn half their parent's hair grey. 
What to say on a day like today to keep familiar frowns away? 
"You're great. Ummmm. Yeah, you're great!"

Whiny auto tune on radio, 
Low and behold the cold frowns paroled from the depths of my soul,
Told the old tale, nailed the ending pretending I twist no portrayal of friends and ops.
Stopped lying when it got too much.
He barely fitted the description,
Nevertheless, despite weak protests victim hunted and got kicked in.
Whispered to the violin "It’s him", 
Sing songs in tongues, 
Sir shook his head said it was wrong to egg him on, once more I’m gone. 

Take it on the chin.
Take it on the chin.
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