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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
(Professor green)
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
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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
(Dream Mclean)
I'm a genie in a bottle of Lambrini
Baby rub it and you'll see me
Easy
I'll be walking a cemetery
You might see me stalking my enemy,
(yeah)
Or you might see me on ITV1 talking to Jeremy
'Cause I got issues,
I drink lots
And I got big shoes (you know what that means)
Big socks
And i tell them girls I'm soon to be famous
I'm just abusing my status
Like baby let me sign your boobies i made it
And I aint being rude when I say this
But through my telescope I see the full moon on Uranus
They call me Dream Mclean
But you wont be calling me that later
When I meet the moon my name changes
Call my Kat Slater
So get back and be careful
It's a fact I'm a werewolf
I'm a lion
With a mouth full of fire an
You're a cat with a hair ball
So tell me how many moons round Saturn bruv
Why you try'na count moons
I'll be Count Dracula
Whackin' ya
Slappin' ya
With a spatula
Rinse, Dream and Green
All out massacre
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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
(Rinse)
Full moons out
The moons are out
When the bass line hit's
The goons come out
Ya might get hit
Don't rule it out
Ya hear
When the wolves are out
Cause I don't lay awake
I just date rape
And get chicks higher than Rick James'
On the space race
They call me Cap. Kirk
Because I slap skirts
I'll mack an alien
As long as the flaps work
I'll make a fat girl moan
When I splash her boat
.... in ma jeans
So bad shes hitting Jackson notes
So it starts up with my zipper down
I'm on some arsed Kelly shit but I don't piss around
You think I'm kidding now
No why you... glitter
I'm just that low down dirty spitter stalking you on Twitter
A full moon and I'm a sinner
Wooin' you out to dinner
A lunatic lurring chicks
To the loo with a pineapple pitta
I wolf in geeks clothing
I take these sheep home and
Ride 'em as a hood bop
When they want there rest
That's when they're deep throatin'
I got police patrollin'
Where ever the Rinse is rollin'
So how many more moons before
A single silver bullet holds it
(Professor green)
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
Ima lot more jack nickolsen 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 inapropriotely until my daisy grows
I'm not a man of her man kind
Mechanical mad man
I make hannibal look more like an annabelle I'm an animal right now
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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)