Award winning, sword swinging, Mr Traumatik. Four women all chilling up inside my attic. And if your grinning, i'll just leave your jaw spinning. On the floor dripping, missing four fillings, thats tragic. Award winning, sword swinging, Mr Traumatik. Four women all chilling up inside my attic. And if your grinning, i'll just leave your jaw spinning. On the floor dripping, missing four fillings, thats tragic. Award winning, sword swinging, Mr Traumatik. Four women all chilling up inside my attic. And if your grinning, i'll just leave your jaw spinning. On the floor dripping, missing four fillings, thats tragic. I'm dirty like syphilis, i'm dirty like gonorhea, When it comes to the drums and bass you're listening to the top gunners here. I'll tell you that straight, I'll tell you that clear, M-D-M-D-Mr Trauma-Da-Matik jump in the driving seat and steer
I Got Stripes on my shoulder like a wild tiger your flow is like a centimetre mine is miles wider I'm very complex you're just a mild Rhymer I've got the dirty word play because I'm a vile writer I make the hose squirt I don't mean a firefighter I'll I leave them wet and out of breath just like a diver but if her fanny smells something like a child's diaper, that's a figure four leg lock and a pile driver and when I'm talking filth they have to listen it's traumatik im that lyrical mathematician my lyric and my contents in the first class division my double time flow is never coming last position drum and bass is bases love let's all Excel together drink some Ayahuasca we can burn and smell each other humanity is sick though worse than salmonella if you don't like drum and bass Burn in Hell forever you know it's evident the elements are pitch black I got the weapon in my residence a pickaxe bags of lemon bud selling them Quick Cash and I'm in heaven with that venomous spliff rack------
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