New song, old stuff got deleted as was 'explicit' have tidied my act and keeping it clean-ish now.
LYRICS

http://soundowl.com/track/3njf/virgin-slayerz-you-gotta-change

 ‘you got to change – GriZ’ (backing track - with the speech my producer freddie spickernell added)

Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it back like North Face
Releasing raw tapes, bitch makes my dinner gourmet.
Cause krispie crazy bout’ the cream, you could say I’m doughnuts
I go nuts with money they calling me a cashew,
I won’t attack you but, they asking what I do?
I hit ms. white with the pipe in the kitchen
That should be a clue, slaying what we do DOH, CLUEDO, I ain’t broke.
Buying all the champagne in embargo. And I smoke.
In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I’s and cross my T’s
I’m a perfectionist; the lesson is don’t address me PLEASE
Yea it’s right I got slayed by Ellie Spooner,
I filled her Arsenal, but that shit don’t make me a Gooner.
Slayers make you scream, holding both of your hands up,
Maybe I’m full of shit, like two girls using one cup.
With gers comes gers, you’ll all listen and learn,
How to gurn as if your name was Harriet Kearns.
Just to say the hottest girl, I know is Gaby Rose,
But I’m the athlete’s foot, covered on her toes,
I can’t get off of her or get off with her beautiful face,
But as you know I’m FACE and I’m living for the chase.
She’s far too good for me since she got with Motozen
Just like Bells Holmes and that time she didn’t give me head. 
It’s like I’ve lost my touch, I can’t even get a fuck,
Only ploughing virgins, more bang for the buck bitch.

Girls say I’m weird, that I can’t grow a beard,
I even heard a few bitches saying that I’m queer.
That all I talk about is beer, my message is unclear.
That I strike you with fear whenever you are near.
But here’s the story, you bitches made a mistake,
So awake to the news, Magnus Strong is not a fake.
He actually gets baked, drinks beer and reels in the yat,
Not all I do is rhyme, guess the rhymers can’t relate to that. (not)
Take me back, to when I was in shell,
When we all fancied bells, when I was a cute little boy on the road to hell.
Rapping stole my life and manipulates my every move,
Started haining cigarettes when I got to remove,
Now I can’t remove my reputation they say I’m arrogant.
No need to get jealous that I won the beer marathon.
In hundreds there were hundreds of girls saying i’m a prick,
For abuse I gave to Bedford and Clem Simon, it made me think.
Gotta aim higher and with Spooner I got my claws stuck,
Threw it away in Peligoni, I’m public school chump.
Hit the six form looking dapper in a new suit,
Started going out with Emi, down the same route.
Didn’t work so I left, that’s why I call her moly,
Took on Serena Louth but we all know that she’s podgy.
Thought I’d bring it down and have a dig at Millie Boath,
Everyone says she’s pretty fat, man, I think she’s both.
Another adventure was the mule, more fun when she’s drunk,
Get a few bottles down her and she’ll be in your bunk.
That was the end though, she sobered up in the morning,
Started talking and that bitch already got me yawning.
So here I am, horny, single and ready to mingle,
Sat under the mistletoe, getting old, growing wrinkles.
Drew up at a hit list cause for virgins I’m rushing,
We all know my number 1 is Anastasia the Russian.
Waiting for the right man so I drew up a plan,
Finish my exams, she’s on my pole like fireman sam.

Gotta grow up and you gotta move on.
Learning from the things that you’ve done wrong.
Gotta be blamed, famed, named and shamed.
Baby please believe, You Gotta Change.

All I hear them saying is that I have to change,
They think living to the limit makes my brain deranged.
Nothing remains the same, and my life stays together,
But I never did touch Anastasia Ogneva.
Maybe I need glasses, cause all you people are two faced?
Try swallowing razors and it’ll teach you how the truth tastes.
But on a lighter note I get laid more than bricks,
So my name sticks, the girls fall for my same tricks.
Can’t escape it, I’ll have them over to mine,
What girl would turn down my undeniable rhymes?
Save for the time, when I was giving a filling,
I’d Run to DMC and they’d tell me you be ‘illin.
But I’m chilling, re-entering the public school scene,
A place I haven’t ruled since feathers at 14.
My rhymes got more clean, now I rap about the future,
She wants to marry me but the feeling is not mutual.
Unrequited love, multiplies the hatred,
Whether or not you believe, what it’s rumoured that your friend did.
So to conclude, how far trust can go?
Who can you confide in but friends, if you don’t know what you know.

You Gotta Change - Virgin Slayerz (FACE)

http://soundowl.com/track/3njf/virgin-slayerz-you-gotta-change


 ‘you got to change – GriZ’ (backing track)

Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it back like North Face
Releasing raw tapes, bitch makes my dinner gourmet.
Cause krispie crazy bout’ the cream, you could say I’m doughnuts
I go nuts with money they calling me a cashew,
I won’t attack you but, they asking what I do?
I hit ms. white with the pipe in the kitchen
That should be a clue, slaying what we do DOH, CLUEDO, I ain’t broke.
Buying all the champagne in embargo. And I smoke.
In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I’s and cross my T’s
I’m a perfectionist; the lesson is don’t address me PLEASE
Yea it’s right I got slayed by Ellie Spooner,
I filled her Arsenal, but that shit don’t make me a Gooner.
Slayers make you scream, holding both of your hands up,
Maybe I’m full of shit, like two girls using one cup.
With gers comes gers, you’ll all listen and learn,
How to gurn as if your name was Harriet Kearns.
Just to say the hottest girl, I know is Gaby Rose,
But I’m the athlete’s foot, covered on her toes,
I can’t get off of her or get off with her beautiful face,
But as you know I’m FACE and I’m living for the chase.
She’s far too good for me since she got with Motozen
Just like Bells Holmes and that time she didn’t give me head. 
It’s like I’ve lost my touch, I can’t even get a fuck,
Only ploughing virgins, more bang for the buck bitch.

Girls say I’m weird, that I can’t grow a beard,
I even heard a few bitches saying that I’m queer.
That all I talk about is beer, my message is unclear.
That I strike you with fear whenever you are near.
But here’s the story, you bitches made a mistake,
So awake to the news, Magnus Strong is not a fake.
He actually gets baked, drinks beer and reels in the yat,
Not all I do is rhyme, guess the rhymers can’t relate to that. (not)
Take me back, to when I was in shell,
When we all fancied bells, when I was a cute little boy on the road to hell.
Rapping stole my life and manipulates my every move,
Started haining cigarettes when I got to remove,
Now I can’t remove my reputation they say I’m arrogant.
No need to get jealous that I won the beer marathon.
In hundreds there were hundreds of girls saying i’m a prick,
For abuse I gave to Bedford and Clem Simon, it made me think.
Gotta aim higher and with Spooner I got my claws stuck,
Threw it away in Peligoni, I’m public school chump.
Hit the six form looking dapper in a new suit,
Started going out with Emi, down the same route.
Didn’t work so I left, that’s why I call her moly,
Took on Serena Louth but we all know that she’s podgy.
Thought I’d bring it down and have a dig at Millie Boath,
Everyone says she’s pretty fat, man, I think she’s both.
Another adventure was the mule, more fun when she’s drunk,
Get a few bottles down her and she’ll be in your bunk.
That was the end though, she sobered up in the morning,
Started talking and that bitch already got me yawning.
So here I am, horny, single and ready to mingle,
Sat under the mistletoe, getting old, growing wrinkles.
Drew up at a hit list cause for virgins I’m rushing,
We all know my number 1 is Anastasia the Russian.
Waiting for the right man so I drew up a plan,
Finish my exams, she’s on my pole like fireman sam.

Gotta grow up and you gotta move on.
Learning from the things that you’ve done wrong.
Gotta be blamed, famed, named and shamed.
Baby please believe, You Gotta Change.

All I hear them saying is that I have to change,
They think living to the limit makes my brain deranged.
Nothing remains the same, and my life stays together,
But I never did touch Anastasia Ogneva.
Maybe I need glasses, cause all you people are two faced?
Try swallowing razors and it’ll teach you how the truth tastes.
But on a lighter note I get laid more than bricks,
So my name sticks, the girls fall for my same tricks.
Can’t escape it, I’ll have them over to mine,
What girl would turn down my undeniable rhymes?
Save for the time, when I was giving a filling,
I’d Run to DMC and they’d tell me you be ‘illin.
But I’m chilling, re-entering the public school scene,
A place I haven’t ruled since feathers at 14.
My rhymes got more clean, now I rap about the future,
She wants to marry me but the feeling is not mutual.
Unrequited love, multiplies the hatred,
Whether or not you believe, what it’s rumoured that your friend did.
So to conclude, how far trust can go?
Who can you confide in but friends, if you don’t know what you know. 
