What the fuck is this, another contest beat?

Yes, I didn't make it past the first heat

But it doesn't matter, I can deal with defeat

And the vid was enough to get me on my feet

So now to spit while the track is spinning

I'm not the type to care about winning

If you look into my mind you can now envision

The lesson I learned: independent living

I'll throw up my tracks to the ether

Spread the words so that they reach you

Bandcamp page my record label

Penning rage like Bry Johnson, fable

Streaming the scrapcode that's embedded

Within the streams floating through my mind

This rhyme's not ill it's a glitch, caused by corrupt creator and corroded design

Cannot process like most other rappers

My failures in life filling more than a chapter

Like a chick calling me a user and liar

When she was the one who started the fire

Spinning, dizzy from the left turns taken

Heart not attached but my brain is aching

Colour flashes dance as I get migraine

Fuck all this shit, time to play my game

Kitty's not the only one repping black metal

Bullet belt on and a score to settle

I live in the realm of nihilism

Look at this globe through a fire prism

The US drowning in a sea of guns

According to the news, you better run

The UK filled with bigoted racists

I feel ashamed, our police try to chase this

Retards think that they know best

The government signs off their dole cheques

Spending on White lightning and cigarettes

Telling creeds to leave when we've not addressed

The crux of the matter: the British empire

We did that shit, made them follow our sire

So learn your history before kicking off

Fucking moron, you deserve to be locked

In a cell, I'll spit ruthless as hell

I'm not gonna spend my time walking on eggshells

Ripping this shit so you can't ignore this

The rhymes inspired and the beat by SwizZzzzzzzz

I'm sorry

Your rebuttal made me fall asleep, so boring

You give a lecture, I hit you like a lorry

Time to stretch after you left me snoring

Sure, you can play this rap game

But be authentic, channel rage and pain

None of this "swag swag swag" type bullshit

Send a message, I don't need a club hit

Fuck it, I'm off to chill with Demonika

Chatting in a cam room, watching her drink liquor

Mike there too, so we talk about weird crap

The 50ft Nerds break your brain like a cricket bat

Paul isn't here, he's gotta work tomorrow

He's got a 12-inch brag he's gotta follow

Joe's busy brushing up on bathroom safety

He's hoarding all the chutney so we haven't seen him lately

This isn't a scene, I'm breaking the shackles

Rapping to chill when you get up my hackles

Chicks want my Gooosh but then twist back on me

Time to ignore your flirting and flattery

Try to trick me into a commitment?

Nah, fuck that, I've seen what happens then

I'm a father, musician and Nerd first my friend

Open your ears, I won't tell you again

In fact, bring it on, you can fuel my fire

That I spit at weak fools as they desire

To leech at my neck like a fucking vampire

I can see you're one of them, you sparkle like a sapphire

You better run before I try to strangle you

Mic cord around your neck and now your face has started turning blue

Decrease the oxygen flow going to your brain

But by the sounds of it you didn't really use it much anyway

Put on this earth to corrupt the masses

Turn each beat into one of my classes

Teaching everyone the world is shit

But we need to step up if we're getting sick of it

Turn on the industry, start a movement

Spread our message to prove that we'll do this

Stop buying records of the ones who churn crap

The ones who slack and pretend to rap

Support the underground movement with this

Bandcamp, FV and Death Grips, add to the pull list

Expand the horizon, fulfil the potential

Add to the mechanics, we are differential