Impulse

[Intro]
Impulse, impulse, impulse
Fuck it up again, I'll [inaudible]

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I wasn't dropped on my head
This kid was jumped on and kicked
Like "Fuck this little cunt" the doctor said as he chuckled and grinned
"What a berk", but in the end I was chucked in the bin
Livin' in rubbish, no dummy, sick, had to suck a syringe
That might explain why I'm a junky that's stuck in a binge
Always huffin' on tins, I'll puff a pip 'til I'm chuckin' a fit
And at the age of six I was becomin' a cunt of kid
Runnin' drunk from the pigs
Scummy and young, on the hunt for a cig
A kid at school thinkin' the lessons were miserable
So I'd yell and I'd threaten and then get sent to the principal
When the shit was never endin'
Get suspended, it's typical
So fuck what they recommend
Because I reckon they're pitiful
They can't see that I'm heaven sent
Makes me think I'm invisible
Or it's hidden in the script
I'm sick of spittin' subliminal
Think of slittin' my wrists and drinkin' the drips of my sick
I'm twisted
The biggest of pricks when I'm at the tip of my pinnacle

Still I wonder what your problem is, bitch
Not at the top, 'cause I'm gonna get to the bottom of this
This Wombat raps like a packet, whilst faggots pop like a cyst
I've got actual talent, while these other maggots flop like a fish
And I've been hopin' for the moment some bloke has wrote me a diss
I can show there's no opponent that I won't soak when I spit
'Cause when I focus my wits, he'll be left hopeless, broken to bits
And I'm blown in, hopin' that grows up and smokin' dope in a spliff
If I'm rapping then I might be rhymin' like a Simon says
Then I'll be by your bed, with a clock, decidin' your time of death
I feel excited when I'm dividin' these lines of meth
You think you rhyme the best, well I'm sorry Your Honour
I object
There's lots of rhymes that I've attempted while I'm ridin' bed
From packin' it [?], to gettin' the rest of a silent theft
On the mic I spit fire, but I just tried to vent
So fuck your pride 'cause I'm a tiger in the lions den
When I'm home and I'm drinkin' sticky shit out of boredom
Spirits intefere with my mirror, thinkin' my house is haunted
I listened to Tassie rap but I found it boring
So I ripped a damn recording
Was flippin' out 'cause I sound distorted
Now I'm soaring like a rocket launchin' out of orbit
They think I'm 'bound to afford it, be fallin' down towards it
I'm just sayin' to be cautious [?], to warn 'em
I'll have to rock up with Tomma Hawks and attack the fortress
I speak the truth when I'm spittin' bars or I'm writin' rhymes
'Cause I'n not gonna lie, there's all sorts of violence with a tiny island
I aim high as a diamond kite
But I might remind 'em why the [?]
Put my mind in a psych asylum
Grab the mic like I'm sacrificin' my life for rhymin'
If they're rappin' nice then it's fine
Otherwise I despise 'em
Line 'em in the sights of my sniper rifle
If I can find 'em, I'll leave 'em left to die
When I'm [?] a strike of lightnin'
I just want to make it clear to the masses
You've got a pool full of liquor
We've got a river of acids
And I've been itchin' to scratch it
Spittin' with Grigsy, collabin'
Comin' up with the sickest raps that you just wish you'd imagined
Toss me the diss at the savage
You'll be considered a spastic
'Cause I'm crematin' these bastards and then I'm sniffin' the ashes
And this is only for practice, I'm just a prick off the cactus
Ready to stick into the skin of any bitch that tries match it (Oi, you fucker)
I'll fuck your amour up, my katana carvin' your carcass
I'm chargin' my chakra up to [?] like Charlie does (silly cunts)
I ain't the hardest [?], if you're arkin' up
That's just the starter cunt
You think that's funny, hurry, laugh it up
Set your marks and run, because you little punks are not half as tough
Partly drunk, 'cause I spark a blunt, half a cart and I'm [?] up
[?]
You think you're smart but you're rather dumb
I could go another 64 but I just can't be fucked (what's happening with you bro)