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Professor Green
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How longs left for me
Whatever the time, for the rest of mine
I’m gonna spend time
Putting an end to my
Enemies who wanna put an end to my shine
Why bother try offending me?
It’s off with the heads of these swines
When I sign out you’re gonna remember me
Remember me? Don’t nobody wanna send for me
The only time they mention me or speak of me disrespecfully is when they sleep
I’ve been between a lot of legs like the body of a centipede
Please enemies be more courteous, save me the sweat and forget to breath
Life could be easier, I could ease it up
Instead I look like somebody tryna squeeze a dump
And I ain’t eatin in months
Any of these MC’s on the edge
I’ll be the reason they jump off
Remember the jump off
When I come forth
You don’t wanna be the MC I run toward
I like my liquor like I straight, I aint no dumbledore
Untoward to sluts like I love and adore you
But it’s custom I cum before you
And it’s cool if I can’t it up, coz I’ve got a cucumber for you
Fuck the world ima stick in the mud
And stingy, wanna drink? You can piss in a cup
I leave women as livid as stunts
So run your lips, I’ve been itching to give a chick abit of a cunt, punt
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How longs left for me
Whatever the time, for the rest of mine
I’m gonna spend time
Putting an end to my
Enemies who wanna put an end to my shine
Why bother try offending me?
It’s off with the heads of these swines
When I sign out you’re gonna remember me
Sanity I’ve squandered it
I think I’ve gone a bit too far in darkness I’m wonderin
Guest he’s pissed he aint on the list
Well I’m pissed off I’m not at the top of it
Deep in thought conspiring
Get the firemen
Call my thought a firing frime
Not twiddling thumbs
I’m playing the worlds smallest violin
Inconsiderate like I give a fuck how they feel
Kidnapping rappers and having them as microwave meals
I know my meals ready when the microwave stops
I m a lot more jack Nicolson than I am Michael j fox
The creep that crept up on daisy low, in the baby grow
Sat on her knee and told her to touch me inappropriately until my daisy grows
I’m not a man of her mankind
Mechanical mad man
I make hannibal look more like an Annabelle I’m an animal right now
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings (have I got left)
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings (have I got left)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How longs left for me
Whatever the time, for the rest of mine
I’m gonna spend time
Putting an end to my
Enemies who wanna put an end to my shine
Why bother try offending me?
It’s off with the heads of these swines
When I sign out you’re gonna remember me
Remember me? Don’t nobody wanna send for me
The only time they mention me or speak of me disrespecfully is when they sleep
I’ve been between a lot of legs like the body of a centipede
Please enemies be more courteous, save me the sweat and forget to breath
Life could be easier, I could ease it up
Instead I look like somebody tryna squeeze a dump
And I ain’t eatin in months
Any of these MC’s on the edge
I’ll be the reason they jump off
Remember the jump off
When I come forth
You don’t wanna be the MC I run toward
I like my liquor like I straight, I aint no dumbledore
Untoward to sluts like I love and adore you
But it’s custom I cum before you
And it’s cool if I can’t it up, coz I’ve got a cucumber for you
Fuck the world ima stick in the mud
And stingy, wanna drink? You can piss in a cup
I leave women as livid as stunts
So run your lips, I’ve been itching to give a chick abit of a cunt, punt
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How longs left for me
Whatever the time, for the rest of mine
I’m gonna spend time
Putting an end to my
Enemies who wanna put an end to my shine
Why bother try offending me?
It’s off with the heads of these swines
When I sign out you’re gonna remember me
Sanity I’ve squandered it
I think I’ve gone a bit too far in darkness I’m wonderin
Guest he’s pissed he aint on the list
Well I’m pissed off I’m not at the top of it
Deep in thought conspiring
Get the firemen
Call my thought a firing frime
Not twiddling thumbs
I’m playing the worlds smallest violin
Inconsiderate like I give a fuck how they feel
Kidnapping rappers and having them as microwave meals
I know my meals ready when the microwave stops
I m a lot more jack Nicolson than I am Michael j fox
The creep that crept up on daisy low, in the baby grow
Sat on her knee and told her to touch me inappropriately until my daisy grows
I’m not a man of her mankind
Mechanical mad man
I make hannibal look more like an Annabelle I’m an animal right now
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings (have I got left)
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings
Have I got left til I’ve no breath left to breathe
How many moons (how many moons)
How many mornings (have I got left)
