[Verse 1]
I wish I was Eddie Vedder just so I could have even flow
But I guess I'm odd which is dope enough so
My lines be biting ears like Tyson not cutting like Van Gogh
I'm a mother fucking goblin, like Tyler not Dafoe
Notorious taught me that no dream is to B.I.G
So now I'm doing the only shit that ever mattered to me
And hopefully one day I’ll be rocking that icy roc-a-fella
And see Womanly Panther in the line up for Coachella
It’s true I’m not that all I’m cut out to be
I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve tried to O.D
Alcohol poising seems to be the only way for me
Cos these high doses of morphine ain’t doing a thing
Got my WP tattoo when I was nineteen
Gave me the inspiration to break into the rap scene
Fuck me, I wish I could say I’m living my dream
But I dream he’s alive, chuck this in not to break the rhyme scheme
I dream that he’s here, testing my alcoholism
But he’s not so I’m just living in my head, a depressed prison
[Verse 2]
Living in Jesmond man its fucking ghetto fabulous
High level crimes with guns and knives, taking bitches abstinence
WP on church walls, yes that’s fucking blasphemous
Death to Aussie Hip-Hop I am the fucking antagonist
Call the fucking priest man he’s got a lot of work to do
Even though we’re young, he won’t fuck with my crew
Now I’m regularly hearing you should call the fucking help line
But what the fuck can they do? I’m already on cloud nine
When I’m depressed I’m the person I come to
And being who I am, I always come through
Using MS Word to write a song or two
Finally getting these tracks out, they so fucking overdue
I gave a psych a call, he said I had some sort of mental disorder
I suppose its cos I threatened to rape his mother, sister, daughter in that order
Said I’d skin the ugly bitches and leave their pussy slaughtered
Cos I’m more Mount Doom than the fires of Mordor
Your mother will have to tell you who your daddy is, I am not Bob Saget
I am the deadliest weapon, fuck full metal jacket
[Verse 3]
I wake up during the week and I’m like ‘Hey, hey, it’s Saturday’
And I ain’t over exaggerating or being blasé
Just trying to fix the players in the game like Bombay
The way I destroy other rappers, you swear it’s Childs Play
You wanna play? Beware; I’m a demon like Chucky
I am Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Pryce cos I strike lucky
Death to Aussie Hip Hop yeah I’m dropping the fucking bomb
Cos I love waking up in the morning to smell of Napalm
This is a warning that its about to get bloody
I’ll come after you in one take, do not need to study
I can wait all day, I ain’t in a fucking hurry
I’ll destroy any mother fucker who dare try to fuck with me
I’m gonna be on top man, motherfucker I’m so driven
I’m gonna be running this shit like my name Jeremy Piven
Look me up right now that’s Gibson not Gibbon
And start discussing how my rhymes are so well written
Papa Wolf is the cancer inside of Womanly Panther
So stop trying to figure out what my deal is, I just gave you the answer
I wish I was Eddie Vedder just so I could have even flow
But I guess I'm odd which is dope enough so
My lines be biting ears like Tyson not cutting like Van Gogh
I'm a mother fucking goblin, like Tyler not Dafoe
Notorious taught me that no dream is to B.I.G
So now I'm doing the only shit that ever mattered to me
And hopefully one day I’ll be rocking that icy roc-a-fella
And see Womanly Panther in the line up for Coachella
It’s true I’m not that all I’m cut out to be
I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve tried to O.D
Alcohol poising seems to be the only way for me
Cos these high doses of morphine ain’t doing a thing
Got my WP tattoo when I was nineteen
Gave me the inspiration to break into the rap scene
Fuck me, I wish I could say I’m living my dream
But I dream he’s alive, chuck this in not to break the rhyme scheme
I dream that he’s here, testing my alcoholism
But he’s not so I’m just living in my head, a depressed prison
[Verse 2]
Living in Jesmond man its fucking ghetto fabulous
High level crimes with guns and knives, taking bitches abstinence
WP on church walls, yes that’s fucking blasphemous
Death to Aussie Hip-Hop I am the fucking antagonist
Call the fucking priest man he’s got a lot of work to do
Even though we’re young, he won’t fuck with my crew
Now I’m regularly hearing you should call the fucking help line
But what the fuck can they do? I’m already on cloud nine
When I’m depressed I’m the person I come to
And being who I am, I always come through
Using MS Word to write a song or two
Finally getting these tracks out, they so fucking overdue
I gave a psych a call, he said I had some sort of mental disorder
I suppose its cos I threatened to rape his mother, sister, daughter in that order
Said I’d skin the ugly bitches and leave their pussy slaughtered
Cos I’m more Mount Doom than the fires of Mordor
Your mother will have to tell you who your daddy is, I am not Bob Saget
I am the deadliest weapon, fuck full metal jacket
[Verse 3]
I wake up during the week and I’m like ‘Hey, hey, it’s Saturday’
And I ain’t over exaggerating or being blasé
Just trying to fix the players in the game like Bombay
The way I destroy other rappers, you swear it’s Childs Play
You wanna play? Beware; I’m a demon like Chucky
I am Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Pryce cos I strike lucky
Death to Aussie Hip Hop yeah I’m dropping the fucking bomb
Cos I love waking up in the morning to smell of Napalm
This is a warning that its about to get bloody
I’ll come after you in one take, do not need to study
I can wait all day, I ain’t in a fucking hurry
I’ll destroy any mother fucker who dare try to fuck with me
I’m gonna be on top man, motherfucker I’m so driven
I’m gonna be running this shit like my name Jeremy Piven
Look me up right now that’s Gibson not Gibbon
And start discussing how my rhymes are so well written
Papa Wolf is the cancer inside of Womanly Panther
So stop trying to figure out what my deal is, I just gave you the answer
( Bad Harvest )
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