This EP starts with a hard beat.
Then the first two lines are: "Fuck a nine-to-five, to survive, dunny, we moving yay / Rolling money folded like my name Daniel Dumile."
Then you freak the fuck out, punch a hole through the wall, grab your neighbor by the throat (through the wall), and choke the chump to sleep.
Then you listen to the rest of the EP.
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