I cut the cords off the parachute
I fill the bath up with Absolute
Im really only here to kill the move
And two two's i need another two
My blood pressures going through the roof
Yo, Fuck
And theres something in my blue suede shoes
I rob your mother of her jewels and then i watch cartoons
Might disappear for a year and reappear on the news
I had a word with my liver upon quitting the booze
Yo, you been hitting snooze i had my eyes wide open
I spoke a few words and the furniture was floating
Im really wavy like im living in the ocean
And i dont give a fuck about emotions, im vacant
I need payment, pouring Remy on the pavement
And i dont really rap i make statements
Im fucking laughing at the shit that you're creating
C, i been the man and i never been in the making
I really never left, my birds curved like a treble clef
I take a breath and then the room was spinning
Im still winning and im still tripping, i fake the symptoms
And acquire the prescriptions like im ill as fuck
So give it up, all your money and your necklace
It wasn't me it was the Remy that was moving reckless
Im still building like im playing tetris
I stick you with a rusty blade and now your sick with tetanus
Yo, forget this and remember that
And im solidified by the very fact that other shit is wack
Im wearing black within the winter
So follow me about and you can see the shit im into
Find me throwing chips in the chip shop
Or spending pinky's in the quid shop
Im in your Omar's banging Slipknot
I might ask you for a ciggy and your wristwatch
Yo, then take a break like Schumacher up in the pit stops, C
600W was produced by Morriarchi.