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Young man, 18, home town, Sunderland
Living. In his. Own special. Wonderland.
About to go up a new level on your candy asses, or I say sweets
Eddy, Da Beat Maker, Album, BEATS N TREATS
Rapping about what's happening in the head of Ed
Making all his songs and beats in the work shed
HAMMER TIME! BAM BAM BAM, there's another hit
A hit to get into the charts of the top 40 shit!
Bad production, can't flow and a lo-fi sound
Will Eddy make it out of the underground?
Come on, we can do it, come on we can do this
Come on we can do it, come, come on we can do this
Got going on a rather stale hook
But honestly, I don't give a-
Look! Over there! What do I see?
A silly billy trying to compete with me?
Don't bother dude, you know you'll probably win
Please just don't chuck me with my album in the rubbish bin
Sick of being in here, it smells really bad
I'm a disgrace to both my mom and dad
It makes me sad, I wish me name was Chad
I'm just a fail-at-life, but hopeful lad!
Come on, we can do it, come on we can do this
Come on we can do it, come, come on we can do this
I'm probably the whitest rapper around
Apologise for that, as well as this awful sound
Come on, we can do it, come on we can do this
Come on we can do it, come, come on we can do this...
Do what?
Ya mar! Hoooooooooo
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