Album Cover Burnt Up Cigarette

Burnt Up Cigarette

Urban Dance Squad

2

Yo gotta bad habit

But you hit it

Comin' down yo block

So uplifted it

Showed me yo nose bone, big trick

Burn up yo nose, you little maggot

Close to a faggot, you've bin

Down the stations drugged in sexed again

Bin yin 'n yang, doin' that thang

Where it ends, a next bang

Boom, I presume yo ego needed room

Monkeys on yo back

Couldn't stand alone yo doom

Wanna be a rockstar, with two hands,

Lies can't go now, you lost yo hand

Hated normal people, hide with alter ego

Woman 'n a child, so yo talked all cheap yo

Say you wanna gonna run a thing soon

Five years later, still howlin' at the moon

Semi-anarchist, fond of cannabis,

Should've helped you out the pits

But your brain went sick

Even on yo job, playin' like a slob

Glory pops up

Claimed to be top, sick of hard labour

Got the vapours

Push comes to show

I went out like toiletpaper

Got shank in yo hand

For I was the man

Wish yo were in front, you know yo never can

Sad, sad, this boy got it bad

Throw up a fit - it's me you wanna hit

Picture that with a nikon camera, click

I know you use people

I know you use people