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Spides Say the Silliest of Things

from Tales of Self Preservation Gone Wrong by Bee Mick See

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Verse 1
You’re a bore – no style to mimic
I’ve seen more craic in a rehab clinic
More craic in asphalt – freshly paved
Or post-botox to a youthful face
This is pre-written – suitable for you
I’ll end yer career send you to the bru
Your lyrics are shite – I’ll give you advice
Go audition for the Belfast version of 5ive

You can’t rap – you’ve got no game
I’ve a song about you – no one knows your name
You’re a rip off – like Jewish foreskin tips
“That makes no sense” – of course it did
Uhh – I’ve a message that’s poignant
Aim low – avoid disappointment
I’ll put you’re words on life support – in a coma
And make you known for shit things like Omagh

Chorus
Bee Mick See- He Can’t Rap
All His – Beats are Whack

Verse 2
I’ll fuck you up – like cystic fibrosis
Mangle your head like cannabis psychosis
You’re a haploid cunt – like meiosis
I’ll rip you apart at the centre like mitosis
Your centrioles’ll be fucked in the end
You attacked with a fist – I’m back with a pen
Got the balls to scrap – on stage you’re scundered
A yellow wee bastard like Antrim colours

Boojum staff’ll teach you how to rap
The applause you get – triple tracked hand claps
You’re fucking thick – like a pint of Guinness
Why are ye pissed sure ignorance is bliss?
In the documentary – who did we see?
Not you – but we seen me
You’re more hip hop – I forget the elements
What the fuck’s knowledge if you’re not intelligent?

Verse 3
You smacked me – I’m a better rapper
Got the best of me – I’m still a better rapper
Your more street – I’m a better rapper
More hip hop – I’m still a better rapper
Your rhymes are soft like heather laced meadows
A poor man’s Belfast version of Devvo
Other MCs hungry – you’re Lee Marvin
With knock off flows – from the market

Your rhymes are thin – like cheap wallpaper
You couldn’t survive - if you were Gloria Gaynor
Your words soft-core – like catchy kisses
I’ve seen better rappers in Dunnes at Christmas
I’ve no street cred – that don’t bother me
I’m well known – no one’s even heard of ye
I don’t give a fuck that you apologized
Cuz I despise spides and the joys that they ride

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from Tales of Self Preservation Gone Wrong, released May 25, 2012

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Bee Mick See Belfast, UK

Born in Portland. Lives in Belfast.
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