Lyrics Back Against the Wall - Slaine , Rite Hook

I got a book of rhymes, more like a book of life, more like the King James Bible the boy can write.
So publish it up, it′ll be a best seller, trendsetter vendetta neva eva been betta.
Turn your white champion hoody into a red sweater when i when i...
Chicken dinner when i, behead ya. feelin real special of that letter E mentally give your girl heavenly.
A degenerate feelin generous like Ellen D.
Les be honest, my BM is lebanese.
You thought i would say lesbian.
Trippin on mescaline feelin like my skin is drippin off, ah nah look at this mess i'm in, nod off sawed off turn em to seven men, all, walls, covered in blood and excrement it′s effortless i throw words together like a perfectionist

I've been slept on all my life constantly that's why i treat this situation like a robbery.
I got these ghosts in my past and they haunting me but i try to play it off non chalantly B
Nobody move nobody get hurt Cause my backs against the wall and my dick is in the dirt

Welcome to my mad world, trapped in my laboratory
You′ve been a bad girl I bet you have a story
The way I stitch your fabric its erratic always
Its sorta twisted tragic fuck it I′m gifted at it
These kids are mad at Georgie they picture Pat and Pauly
Dont get me pissed bitch I'm in a different category
Ive been a misfit since I was this big with my kicks split
With a broken heart I had to fix with
Blue tapper nails toothpaste and rails chewing gum paper clips grey goose and ale
He plays to win the dude hates to fail currency stuffed in a suit case for reaaallll

All deals are off the table money is off the books so I′m stealing it off the labels
Running with the crooks I'm like a thief with the metal
Im like your worst nightmare never sleep on the rebel

Hey i′m Terry from the Cemen-tary nice to meet you waving the semi at ya and it might just reach you, actually it will definitley lightning sneakers is what you better have cause i'm gonna light the street up i′m the no name grown man cause i chose to be the unknown when i'm moleing into your dome ain't looking for a roll of green from a fucking pocket what else would I be doing?.
So hand it over bitch and hope...
How many times do i gotta say it?
I don′t even got time and i′m out of patience not a mind in my head for conversation just demands get the fuck down take this