Well they keep me locked inside In the place where soft boys hide, Where the cops steal socks and knives, Where they lock you in the docks and die. In the deepest darkest cell, In the place you know as hell, In the deepest darkest cell, In the place where psychos yell! Criminal mind, full of criminal ideas, Thinking of things that'd get me locked for years Working on my rhymes like I'm working on my mind, Yeah bitch...

Chorus: Yo, I'm a white boy from Leicester, Get your story right, I'll test ya, Get a 'tail wrong, Put you in a thong, Get you the fuck out Leicester. Verse 1: You think you're gonna mess with me? Get you an address, cemetery, Gone like the lot, In a cardboard box, Better than the last man mess with me. Oh, You wanna know about he? Rot in pieces split by me, One by a stream, Drowned in a dream, Won't be found man, bourgeoisie. Demented desires held by me, His head in the fire nine times three, Sirens coming, Baby I'm running, This is in my brain mate, fantasy, Yeah, I'm a little messed up, pressed on the top, Aggro assault like an egg from a cock, Pressing his head on the blade of a saw, While the blood spitter spatters all over the floor. Chorus: Yo, I'm a white boy from Leicester, Get your story right, I'll test ya, Get a 'tail wrong, Put you in a thong, Get you the fuck out Leicester. Verse 2: You think you're gonna mess with me? Get you an address cemetery, Gone with the rest, In a blood soaked vest, Won't be the last man dead by me, Oh, You gonna test my g? Run away now, 1 2 3, Hide and seek, Rhymes on fleek, Time to die let's fight on the street. I'm mental inside, propped up by feet, You're going down now, x y and z, Sirens coming, Baby no running, They're gonna find me, by my teeth, Yeah, Have a little chow down, flesh in my mouth, Aggro assault like a gunman in town, Firing away as I bludgeon them down, Pummel their bodies 'til they're dead in a mound. Chorus: Yo, I'm a white boy from Leicester, Get your story right, I'll test ya, Get a 'tail wrong, Put you in a thong, Get you the fuck out Leicester.

[Verse 1] He was just a normal guy, Worked in an office, nine to five, Grinding hard to make a life, Never thought about a wife. Later he would see her there, Her jacket on, strapped in a chair, On her hand a bunch of knives, Maybe she had taken lives? The hospital was on a hill, More a termite mound but still, Underneath a train tracks shrill, A gate so high and made of steel. Towering into the sky, A concrete tube, my oh my, No windows, walls are bare and blank, Is this fate? His ego shrank. [Chorus] Our man was quite a humble guy, Made music but he didn't pry, His heart was good, his eyes were dry, And so they met this fateful night, The first time that he saw this lass, In the hallways moving fast, Searching for the man to ask, Is this a dream or am I mad? [Verse 2] Her soft sad eyes had brought him in, And so he couldn't help but think, Who is she and why the shrink? The cold dead walls, his eyes won't blink, She was there beyond the glass, And so our man had to ask, May I meet this girl at last? And talk to her, maybe chat? The boss agreed, and it would seem, She was normal, sub cutlery, The pair of them bonded well, And so the friendship started to swell, He'd visit there almost daily, To meet his new found favourite lady, To talk about meaningless gunk, And fill her day up with his junk. [Chorus] Our man was quite a humble guy, Made music but he didn't pry, His heart was good, his eyes were dry, And so they met this fateful night, The first time that he saw this lass, In the hallways moving fast, Searching for the man to ask, Is this a dream or am I mad? [Verse 3] At night he wondered many times, How the city was so white, The light shone bright upon that sight, But the hospital was black as night, It couldn't be the railway bridge, Could it be more like a fridge? That when the button is pressed down, The darkness comes, doomed to drown. A proposition in his head, To bring this lady to his bed, Together they would share a night, If all went well, their whole damn lives, On his way no to the mound, He heard a distant shrieking sound, When he got there, she was unbound, And lying naked on the ground. [Chorus] Our man was quite a humble guy, Made music but he didn't pry, His heart was good, his eyes were dry, And so they met this fateful night, The first time that he saw this lass, In the hallways moving fast, Searching for the man to ask, Is this a dream or am I mad? [Verse 4] He saw her body lying there, Shaking, naked, cold and bare, A big bright cut right down her back, And blood shone from the knife in crack, All at once it hit him dead, His face began to turn bright red, He knew what she had tried to do, And our man just couldn't bare to view. Our lady had been feeling good, Tired of this dooming hood, Wanted out of this bound up life, And so she used her finger knife, Unfortunate for her it seems, The knife went deeper than she dreamed, And so instead of being released, She was lying down, cold, deceased. [Chorus] Our man was quite a humble guy, Made music but he didn't pry, His heart was good, his eyes were dry, And so they met this fateful night, The first time that he saw this lass, In the hallways moving fast, Searching for the man to ask, Is this a dream or am I mad? [Verse 5] Upon returning to the city, Our man, overcome with pity, Threw seeds into the little fountain, Remembering that unholy mountain, He often did return back there, His memories he couldn't bare, He'd meet the boss, but they spoke rare, Life goes on, it isn't fair. [Chorus] Our man was quite a humble guy, Made music but he didn't pry, His heart was good, his eyes were dry, But then they met that fateful night, The last time that he saw this lass, In the hallways moving fast, Searching for the man to ask, Is this a dream or am I mad?

[Chorus] Trapped in a lift and I'm going insane, Got this melody stuck in my brain, Was pretty chill, for the first half an hour, Then my mood, started to sour, Can't really tell you how long I've been in here, Starting to wish I took the stairs, yeah, sincere Could probably use the cardio workout, Big sweaty fat slob, can't wear this shirt now. [Verse 1] Too many hours stuck on my computer, Mum always told me, if only I could mute her, Sorry mum, that sounds kinda mean, But my listeners need to know, you're actually a queen, Yeah, you done helped me through shit, Now I think I know how to deal with this, Depression, Anxiety, all those things were high in me, Now we need to get back to the story, Sweaty boy, t-shirt, lift this is more-y, More-ish, more-so, more sighs, more high, Holy moly, oh me, oh my! [Verse 2] Rescue crews are getting so close now, Starting to hear them call my name out, Yelling so loud but it's dark outside, Still can't be worse than the thoughts in my, Head, yeah, dead, nah, loops, yeah, fruit, nah, Fruit loop, dead head, head dead, loop fruit. [Chorus] Trapped in a lift and I'm going insane, Got this melody stuck in my brain, Was pretty chill, for the first half an hour, Then my mood, started to sour, Can't really tell you how long I've been in here, Starting to wish I took the stairs, yeah, sincere Could probably use the cardio workout, Big sweaty fat slob, can't wear this shirt now.

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