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Peak #2,129
Peak in subgenre #1,167
Author
Kit
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Northern Lights Entertainment
Uploaded
December 11, 2004
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Just thought abotu doing a track about a mate of mine.
Lyrics
Pipins going to attempt an overdose, you can try this at home, you can be just like him…
Mic check, fuck you, I’m recording,
Pippins dangerous, you wouldn’t wanna mess with him, unless he is on some sort of drugs and fucked up ten times worse than heroin is,
He’ll inhale a pound of sess and then get stoned again,
He has more pot than if he was friends with Bill and Ben,
You sleep with him then your walking on thin ice,
Because he has syphilis and a thousand pubic head lice,
He’ll try to sell you funny dodgy home grown,
So you spend all your dough, get hooked and take out a bank loan,
So if he says he’s never done drugs,
That means he lies, gets fucked up and touches Spanish sluts,
Chris Lewis jumped up and attacked me when he heard this,
I sucker punched him in his face like he deserved it,
My nerves hurt and I can’t feel my legs,
Grabbed Pippin by his head and ripped out his fake dreads,
Girls, believe me when I say that he’s a mess,
He stays awake all night like he doesn’t need the rest,
He smokes weed, pops pills, does shrooms, steals things from people and drinks and really anything else that is illegal,
He’s dumb enough to snort coke and mix pills,
So he’s dumb enough to take lsd and drink still,
He can take a million drugs a night like it’s a skill,
And not collapse, fuck luck, it’s a miracle,
Every time he get’s pissed, he disappears in the mist,
He gets fucked up every night, so he doesn’t exist,
He has a clean shave; bathe, then goes to a rave with Ralf and wakes up in a cave locked inside of a grave,
He’s always on a long come down, his visions grey,
Now shut the fuck up while he teaches you how to behave,
Now copy him and do exactly what you see,
Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like him?
He downs shots, pops pills and od’s,
Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like him?
Me, J-man and Neal went over to see Tash,
When we head a loud crash, so we stopped smoking hash,
We laid there on the floor while Chris broke threw the door,
Killed us all but bought us back to life inside the morgue,
He has a huge smirk when he’s about to get hurt,
He slapped Nigel Harris out of his Nike Air shirt,
He listens to Slayer locked up inside his lair,
Shooting heroin with the school and college committee mayors,
You damn right he’s poor, he’s collecting money at your door,
For fake diseased children living in Ecuador,
He walked inside a bank and shouted, “Stay Calm!”
Reached for the fire alarm and smashed it with his palm,
He masturbates outside a kids centres gates,
He’s my number one dealer because he has great rates,
Pipin, are you there? We love you!
I never meant to hit you over your head with that shovel,
Will someone please explain to Pippins head that he’s dead cause he thought he bought coke but he bought base instead,
He breathes ether and dies, then survives,
Cause he nuts, and if he ain’t going to Hell then neither am I,
So when you see your mum walking like a panda then it’s obvious that Chris has had his way and his hand up her,
And when I drop this track about him it’s over with,
He bought my EP last year and did lines on it,
Pricked his finger with a needle and has HIV,
Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like Pip?
He gets drunk, slaps girls and smokes TNT,
Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like him?
He clogs up his veins and leaks blood when he pee’s,
Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like Pip?
He has a new unnamed kind of brain disease,
You probably wanna grow up to be just like him!?
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