Warm Up Sessions SBTV by Rinse The Nerd Lyrics
Rinse, Warm Up Sessions
Big Up Jamal
Big Up Scribbler
Big Up MSM
Big Up everybody
Quit Rap no way hoe
Even though I know that I ain't gonna make dough
I still do it for the love and then a bagel
I'm cream cheese bitch you wanna facial?
Caroline, Monica, was it Rachel?
I might sniff viagra like an eight ball
I'm so blind of sight I'm disabled
Thats why I'm sorry that I put it in your A-hole
But that's life you know when its painful
And getting two-timed in it can be shameful
So if I took your wife then you should be grateful
Im only tryna educate you cus I'm safe bro
Thats why I've got your wife wimme on the table
Im tryna see if she's the kind to be unfaithful
Im tryna stick it to you when I penetrate you
I dont even look her in the eyes, imma make it hateful
Nah, like nice I'm enabled, enable
Took your wifi and the cable
Label the [?] like I'm unstable
Like I'm tryna crucify guys with a staple
I ain't some serial killer with some staple
Plus I've got a nail gun, and I'm gonna nail you
I ain't gonna roam in your house and impale you
But training you for 30 silvers and never bell you
Id save you a piece mine but I gotta make do
Gotta do whatever I get paid to
But I ain't gonna blitz kids just to get a break
Givin' chase on a fucking moped when I tail you
Praying on the innocence, Praying that I [?]
[?] personal when I trail you
[?] post mortem, then mail you
And I sell you my fucking mixtape cus I kill you-
Aargghh
Know what? Fuck that
All your gangs and your satchels, fuck that
How you gonna jack man, chuck mans chip
And then call man a pussyhole - fuck that
Heard you hate battymen fuck that
You're macho now with your fuckmans
Someone put a strap to your momzy
An' ask for a blow job fam - would you suck that? - eh?
Remember that rough chat kid
Million pounds would you fuck that pig?
Most of your guys say bonfire cus of some song that you heard
Then adopt that shit
Never been the kind to discuss that shit
But I dont understand what you disgust at
But if you in line, waiting to get pride by a lion
Why you gotta mind where somebody nut sacks been?
So why lie when you might
[?]
Im just minimising people that might wanna fight
Not an evil guy, my retina's as high as a kite
Why vilify me you little shite, take a hike
[?] Matter of time this a fight
I ain't gender biased, in fact I don't mind killing dyke's
Im just minimising women who like what I like
So mind who you're starting on
Before I jump in your car with no glasses on
Better run and tell a fed who I'm passing on
Make sure its not the one that I'm parking on
Braveheart, got my tights and my tartan on
Now why now? terrorise em with Jagerbombs
[?]
Cum on the carpet and rub it until the marks are gone
-Eehh
What strap? I ain't got one
Think you're a badman cus you copped one
Until I roll up on your wedding like Kaufman
Jack your bride and then diss you a hot one
Graduated in class as a top cunt
I rap so I make sure I get top cunt
Avirex in the nude like Top Gun
I bust shots out of a bush like duck hunt
-Eehh
Who said I might not be Grime?
Not on time and ain't got my lines
Course i mind that I've lost my mind
And i've gone deranged from that pot I tried
Heard you turned gay if you hit that twice?
Why I've only had six cocks in my life
{ERROR PAUSE}
Something about that Maths ain't right
Nah a bad boy, I'm a bad boy MC
And my name ain't Crazy T
Yeah I rake money but I ain't got P
Might see me at the Karaoke
Chilling so free with no gat and no grieves
You can bet on both feet I ain't packing no beef
All these MC's with there fucking dope beats
And their fucking whack bars frontin' like I won't eat
Hello you cunt
My moms a bitch, she told me to say that shit
And play it dumb
I dont even know what that word means cus
I like to rape her bum
Still I'm in a rage
Cus I got her pregnant and she took away my son
Frankly that made my blood boil
I never wrote that swear on my junk
I woke up and saw the lyrics half-written on my notes
And the screens all covered in spunk
There was some maths simulating the irritation
Of another Michael Jordon's dunks
By a doodle on a pad another equation proving
That white men can't jump
I never chose this life, its not my fault I'm scum
I got as much control as a grown as dad does sitting on a couch does grunts
My life ain't a series of evil schemes and plans
And random stunts
Its a fucking movie, you dumb groupie about boobies
And getting boozed with cunts
Big up all the cunts
Cheers mate
Big Up Jamal
Big Up Scribbler
Big Up MSM
Big Up everybody
Quit Rap no way hoe
Even though I know that I ain't gonna make dough
I still do it for the love and then a bagel
I'm cream cheese bitch you wanna facial?
Caroline, Monica, was it Rachel?
I might sniff viagra like an eight ball
I'm so blind of sight I'm disabled
Thats why I'm sorry that I put it in your A-hole
But that's life you know when its painful
And getting two-timed in it can be shameful
So if I took your wife then you should be grateful
Im only tryna educate you cus I'm safe bro
Thats why I've got your wife wimme on the table
Im tryna see if she's the kind to be unfaithful
Im tryna stick it to you when I penetrate you
I dont even look her in the eyes, imma make it hateful
Nah, like nice I'm enabled, enable
Took your wifi and the cable
Label the [?] like I'm unstable
Like I'm tryna crucify guys with a staple
I ain't some serial killer with some staple
Plus I've got a nail gun, and I'm gonna nail you
I ain't gonna roam in your house and impale you
But training you for 30 silvers and never bell you
Id save you a piece mine but I gotta make do
Gotta do whatever I get paid to
But I ain't gonna blitz kids just to get a break
Givin' chase on a fucking moped when I tail you
Praying on the innocence, Praying that I [?]
[?] personal when I trail you
[?] post mortem, then mail you
And I sell you my fucking mixtape cus I kill you-
Aargghh
Know what? Fuck that
All your gangs and your satchels, fuck that
How you gonna jack man, chuck mans chip
And then call man a pussyhole - fuck that
Heard you hate battymen fuck that
You're macho now with your fuckmans
Someone put a strap to your momzy
An' ask for a blow job fam - would you suck that? - eh?
Remember that rough chat kid
Million pounds would you fuck that pig?
Most of your guys say bonfire cus of some song that you heard
Then adopt that shit
Never been the kind to discuss that shit
But I dont understand what you disgust at
But if you in line, waiting to get pride by a lion
Why you gotta mind where somebody nut sacks been?
So why lie when you might
[?]
Im just minimising people that might wanna fight
Not an evil guy, my retina's as high as a kite
Why vilify me you little shite, take a hike
[?] Matter of time this a fight
I ain't gender biased, in fact I don't mind killing dyke's
Im just minimising women who like what I like
So mind who you're starting on
Before I jump in your car with no glasses on
Better run and tell a fed who I'm passing on
Make sure its not the one that I'm parking on
Braveheart, got my tights and my tartan on
Now why now? terrorise em with Jagerbombs
[?]
Cum on the carpet and rub it until the marks are gone
-Eehh
What strap? I ain't got one
Think you're a badman cus you copped one
Until I roll up on your wedding like Kaufman
Jack your bride and then diss you a hot one
Graduated in class as a top cunt
I rap so I make sure I get top cunt
Avirex in the nude like Top Gun
I bust shots out of a bush like duck hunt
-Eehh
Who said I might not be Grime?
Not on time and ain't got my lines
Course i mind that I've lost my mind
And i've gone deranged from that pot I tried
Heard you turned gay if you hit that twice?
Why I've only had six cocks in my life
{ERROR PAUSE}
Something about that Maths ain't right
Nah a bad boy, I'm a bad boy MC
And my name ain't Crazy T
Yeah I rake money but I ain't got P
Might see me at the Karaoke
Chilling so free with no gat and no grieves
You can bet on both feet I ain't packing no beef
All these MC's with there fucking dope beats
And their fucking whack bars frontin' like I won't eat
Hello you cunt
My moms a bitch, she told me to say that shit
And play it dumb
I dont even know what that word means cus
I like to rape her bum
Still I'm in a rage
Cus I got her pregnant and she took away my son
Frankly that made my blood boil
I never wrote that swear on my junk
I woke up and saw the lyrics half-written on my notes
And the screens all covered in spunk
There was some maths simulating the irritation
Of another Michael Jordon's dunks
By a doodle on a pad another equation proving
That white men can't jump
I never chose this life, its not my fault I'm scum
I got as much control as a grown as dad does sitting on a couch does grunts
My life ain't a series of evil schemes and plans
And random stunts
Its a fucking movie, you dumb groupie about boobies
And getting boozed with cunts
Big up all the cunts
Cheers mate