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Pignorant
03:24
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(It's 40, like, what the fuck do you expect, for fuck's sake)
Ooooh Miss Lovely
Miss Sometimes Ugly
What have you done to me, ooooh what have you done?
Ooooh Miss Lovely
Miss Sometimes Ugly
What have you done to me, ooooh what have you done?
I got what you want if you want it from me
But see after this song I'll be top of the scene
Well I was along, but not happy with we
But I mean, I mean, I wanna be happy with we
I make her pussy pulse when I enter the room
I only fucked her once, now she's forever a groupie
Karate chop the coochie
The new scene Bruce Lee hit it raw like sushi
But she already knew me
You know 40 know 40, everybody knows that I speak the true truth see
Its just you and me, Miss Ugly
Ooooh Miss Lovely
Miss Sometimes Ugly
What have you done to me, ooooh what have you done?
Ooooh Miss Lovely
Miss Sometimes Ugly
What have you done to me, ooooh what have you done?
Ooooh Miss Lovely
Miss Sometimes Ugly
What have you done to me, ooooh what have you done?
I got a lot on my mind but nothing to say
I got a lot on my mind but nothing to say
Miss Cigarette Smoker
Pig ignorant poser
Belligerent stoner
I'm Miss Provisional Loner
Miss Cigarette Smoker
Pig ignorant poser
I'm a fucking loner
Ooooh Miss Lovely
Miss Sometimes Ugly
What have you done to me, ooooh what have you done?
Ooooh Miss Lovely
Miss Sometimes Ugly
What have you done to me, ooooh what have you done?
I got what you want if you want it from me
But after this song I'll be top of the scene
See I was along, but not happy with we
But maybe, maybe i could be happy with me now
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2. |
Open Up
03:02
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She wants to gobble on it
Retch that shit
Head bobble on it
Go fetch that stick
She's got me mollycoddled all with that sexy shit
She's got me mollycoddled all with that sexy shit
She wants to gobble on it
Retch that shit
Head bobble on it
Go fetch that stick
She's got me mollycoddled all with that sexy shit
She's got me mollycoddled all with that sexy shit
Now it's open season
Down the scope I'm breathing
Focus, then I hold and squeeze it
Copius of coke, I'm sneezing like
TONY MONTANA
So say goodnight to the bad guy
'Cos fat lines just flat lined him
His pastime was rap rhymes
But then crack crime bit his back hind
That boy is gully as fuck
Cover it up before the fucker erupts
I wanna get blunted and run through the feens
Some thing inside me is coming for me
Knock knock knock, open up, it's the monster
Stop, drop, watch, open up with the encore
Knock knock knock, open up, it's the monster
Stop, drop and watch, open up with the encore
Knock knock knock, open up, it's the monster
Stop, drop and watch, open up...
I wanna get blunted and run through the fields
But something inside me is coming for me
The fields of the Field make me feel so free
Oh I love the Island Field!
Kids are fucked from grams and 'grams
Lives are took in an ambulance
Family and friends can't handle these, handle these shenanigans
Family like stiff fucking mannequins
Mad to grab the man that put the jab on him
Thinking after that his emotions start unraveling
Hearts departed, gone travelling
Think about the box they left your carcass in
Hoping that that fucker is somewhere parked in sin
Mother left shaking like it's Parkinson's
Why someone has taken her harmless kid?
Now the truth
Yeah its barging in and the smell is absolute fucking garbage bin
But it's harmless when everything in this world is considered as a pardoned sin
But when the sun drops, mothers' sons drop all the gun shots, that's where the fun stops
Concrete jungle surrounded in water
Where honesty crumbles and there's sounds of disorder
In bed muting lead shooting heads grouping for this dead brutal behaviour
Fuck it man, where's our crucial savoir?
Fuck it man, where's our crucial savoir?
Everyday I see shit, never say I see shit
Every day its unique tricks makes us defeat bits
With not having a blessed thing to do
Well to tell you the truth, me and my crew are sick of messing like fools
Smoking and drinking at corners getting out of order
Reminiscing that we slaughtered in the name of the Father, Amen
Aw, let me say it again
She want to gobble on it
Retch that shit
Head bobble on it
Yeah, she wanna fetch that stick
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New Phone (Interlude 1)
00:23
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[Strange Boy]
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Give a fuck about your pot of gold, I got paycheques
Imma stomp on all you leprechauns, you're not grown yet
Quick to forget the coffin ships that you came from
Quick to neglect all the struggle that you made of
A parody that has you carrying a flask of whiskey
Fighting every rich man's war with a pitchfork
Which poor Paddy's gonna work for the rich man?
Which poor Paddy's gonna die for the rich man?
Which rich man is the Paddy gonna kill?
We been tryna kill a Paddy since the famine but he won't die
No, no, no, no, he won't die
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Give a fuck about your pot of gold, I got paycheques
Imma stomp on all you leprechauns, you're not grown yet
Quick to forget the coffin ships that you came from
[Hazey Haze]
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy with the fucking bally on
Carrying a bottle of Paddy in the carry-on
I'm a white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine
A white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine
I was sipping on epiphanies until I was hit with a whiskey neat
I mean, I was sipping on a whiskey neat until I was hit with epiphanies
That shit don't mean shit to me! (Nah, that shit don't mean)
I had a good drink but I'm a bad drunk who never left the kingdom without having a bump
I sink sunk, felt it grabbing my lungs, the king cunt a babbling tongue
The damage was done
The savage was hung
How can he manage when the famine he's from, hun?
The fun's done, the fun's only begun son, run run
Come, come follow me now, I'm the street hound
In his feeding ground with his teeth around these MCs with these weakened bowels
I can see you leaking wow, bow down to the crown
I found sounds, so this town's proud with how I'm fuckin' speaking now
I feel like it's me, I should be leading crowds
I feel like it's me, I should be the reason now
I feel like it's me, I should be bleeding out
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy with the fucking bally on
Carrying a bottle of Paddy in the carry-on
I'm a white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine
I'm a white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine
I'm a white skinned, dry skinned, quite thin writing machine
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
[Strange Boy]
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Give a fuck about your pot of gold, I got paycheques
Imma stomp on all you leprechauns, you're not grown yet
Quick to forget the coffin ships that you came from
Quick to neglect all the struggle that you made of
A parody that has you carrying a flask of whiskey
Fighting every rich man's war with a pitchfork
Which poor Paddy's gonna die for the rich man?
Which poor Paddy's gonna work for the rich man?
Which rich man is the Paddy gonna kill?
We been tryna kill a Paddy since the famine but he won't die
No, no, no, no, he won't die
Someone tell a Paddy that he's worthless
Picking off a Paddy picking pockets picking off a Paddy picking pockets
Switching up the topic when they -
I don't give fuck about a Paddy but me and a profit
I been tryna reconfigure what I make a week to ante up my daily profits
You're antagonising money out of empathy, and I don't really see the logic
I don't see the problem though
Just profit off a dead Paddy though in a coffin ship, where the famished know what the famine was
It was genocide on the Emerald Isle
If you don't agree then you're in on it, or in denial, so fuck the Brits
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Give a fuck about your pot of gold, I got paycheques
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
Paddy, Paddy, Paddy, Paddy
Why you looking pale?
[Hazey Haze]
Why you looking, why you looking, why you looking pale?
[Strange Boy]
Why you looking, why you looking, why you looking pale?
(Why they looking pale bro?)
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Going 90 (Interlude 2)
00:30
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[Verse 1: Hazey Haze]
What's the fuel to your fire?
What's feeding your flames?
Are your future desires leadin' you astray?
Do you love the lifestyle or are you addicted to the dream?
How can you refuse a high while so many substances are free?
Yeah, what's the fuel to your fire?
Now, what's feeding your flames?
Are your future desires leadin' you astray?
Do you love the lifestyle or are you addicted to the dream?
How can you refuse a high while so many substances are free?
Will you be added to the names of the OD'd artists?
Take Xanax for your pain and become a codeine addict?
Getting drunk and high just to feel yourself
Becoming suicidal then kill your self
If I kill myself, will you let my mother know that I didn't mean to hurt her none?
And if I'm ill in health will you let my brothers know that I'm riddened of these dirty cunts (dirty cunts) cuz...
Pocket fluff is not enough so cough it up, you broke boy
It's obvious the clock is stuck, just lock me up in this dole line
Pocket fluff is not enough so cough it up, you broke boy
It's obvious the clock is stuck, just lock me up in this dole line
Fee fi fo fum
To the tree tied by the throat hung
By the seaside with no sun
I feel like an ocean of tears
Beware I swear the sneer gets ridiculous here
My clique is aware ye pickle in fear while ye bitch and sit in that chair
[Verse 2: GavinDaVinci]
They told me don't poke the bear, but what's a bear to wolf pack? Taking up the road while they shuffle on the footpath
In 5 years we can look back, see who done the most
Those Instagram videos don't add up to a show
No difference in our cloth, just different how I'm wove
You're living off handouts, I'm living on my toes
Begging for a break while I'm breaking it by force
Legendary status by the age of 24, woah
Peddling the matters that are wearing on my soul, woah
Heavy on the patterns like I'm checkered with a bow, woah
Keep my bow and arrow always ready on the low, woah
See 'em skipping sideways like a bunch of antelope, woah
Ain't no SNA but I know how to handle dopes, woah
Type to get a raise while he digs himself a hole, woah
Comfy in my ways I'm just living like you should
Look at him talking smack when I'm just living like you would, bitch
[Outro: Hazey Haze]
Grip it then rip him apart with it
Y'see he snitched on me, so he started it
Oh, for weeks and weeks I've been starving him
But I promise he'll bleed like meat when I'm carving him
I said I grip it then rip him apart with it
Y'see he snitched on me, so he started it
Oh, he'll bleed like meat when I'm carving him
'Cos for weeks and weeks I've been starving him
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[Hazey Haze]
Living life like a movie movie movie-star, kid
But they killed me twice before the movie movie movie started
In the opening scene they used they used they used my carcass
See me floating fleeing through space in my purple purple starship
Living life like a movie movie movie-star, kid
But they killed me twice before the movie movie movie started
In the opening scene they used they used they used my carcass
See me floating fleeing through space in my purple purple starship
I'm the artist with the largest garbage job
I'm so out of this world I'm like an astronaut
You catch me blasting when the masks are off
I'll be attacking the masses until the casket drops
I'm just a mad man with a twisted mind with a bad batch of this old life
In a sad patch but it's alright, I'm in a sad patch but it's alright
I'm a mad man with a twisted mind with a bad batch of this old life
In a sad patch but it's alright, in a sad patch but it's alright
The king of the country
Living, living, living, living, living like the king of the country (Strange Boy: king of the country)
You cunts could never hunt me down
I'm living, I'm living like the king of the, king of the, king of the country
You cunts could never hunt me down
[Strange Boy]
What you know? Nothin'
Save your breath 'fore you gotta say somethin'
What you know? Nothin'
Keep your mouth closed or somebody's gonna stuff it
What you know? Nothin'
Nobody tells you shit anyways so shut it
What you know? Nothin'
What you, what you know? Nothin'
Talk is cheap but those that talk are a dime in a dozen
Words don't mean too much when spoke by those that speak too much
I dumb it down but you still won't get it
Hand on my heart you'll never break mine, been chipped a few times
But I still hold steady
Man I never had a fair chance
Ever since I was a kid, life's been a nightmare like Freddy
Follow my own footsteps, bet you won't
If I earned me a penny, I'd sell my soul
Sneak into your gaff late at night
Kick up my feet and make myself at home
Kick up myself and make myself at home
Kick up myself and make myself at home
Kick up myself and make myself at home
Kick up myself and make myself at home
[Hazey Haze]
Living life like a movie movie movie-star, kid
But they killed me twice before the movie movie movie started
In the opening scene they used they used they used my carcass
See me floating fleeing through space in my purple purple starship
Living life like a movie movie movie-star, kid
But they killed me twice before the movie movie movie started
In the opening scene they used they used they used my carcass
See me floating fleeing through space in my purple purple starship
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[Verse 1: MCB]
I'm the sickest of 'em all
Got your bitch swallowing my dick and on my balls
I'm grinding up the weed and I'm sticking up the Raws
I bend your bitch over and I stick it in raw, I'm like Awwh
I'm the sickest of 'em all
Got your bitch swallowing my dick and on my balls
I'm grinding up the green and I'm sticking up the Raws
Just bend your bitch over and I stick it in raw, I'm like Awwh
[Hook: Size]
Bitch, pass me the drink, won’t you, hunny?
Got ganj in the kitchen, roll it for me
Put your hand on my dick, stroke it, lovely
Yeah, I'm a sick bastard
Bitch, pass me the drink, won’t you, hunny?
Got ganj in the kitchen, roll it for me
Put your hand on my dick, stroke it, lovely
Yeah, I'm a sick bastard
[Verse 2: Hazey Haze]
I let her let her let her lick the liquorice
I get her wet a wet a wet around the clitoris
Bit them lips between her hips and then her legs headlocked me
She gripped my fringe and twisted it and said "don't stop please"
Just being cocky, your missus won't get off me
Jocking like a jockey on top of me, you copy cat
I said that's obviously facts, she's not calling you back
She said she's had it with ye
I guess we're Adam and Eve
[Chorus: Size]
You are my garden of Eden
So let me come plant my seed in
I feel me cum, am I dreaming? (She wants that liquid love)
You are my garden of Eden
So let me come plant my seed in
I feel me cum, am I dreaming? (Yeah, I'm a sick bastard)
[Verse 3: Size]
Stuck together like Hub & Cap, but we were alloys
Whether I’ll fuck her on her back or make that ass mine
Bendin’ over, touching the carpet, dick parallel with that spine
Slide it in deep like it’s my last ride
Take a break at half time, maybe make a fast joint, roll it then play a game called wrong hole, ah Size!
The bong's broke, that’s alright, I’ll fuck you with this candle light
Now we can keep this pussy on wax, unless you’d rather fight
[Bridge: Hazey Haze]
She wants that liquid love
But I'm on some twisted drugs
She asked me to give it up
I guess I've lived enough
She wants that liquid love (Awh yeah)
She wants that liquid love (Awh yeah)
[Hook: Size]
Bitch, pass me the drink, won’t you, hunny?
Got ganj in the kitchen, roll it for me
Put your hand on my richard
Yeah, I'm a sick bastard
Bitch, pass me the drink, won’t you, hunny?
Got ganj in the kitchen, roll it for me
Put your hand on my dick, stroke it, lovely
Yeah, I'm a sick bastard
[Verse 4: Hazey Haze]
I let her let her let her lick the liquorice
I get her wet a wet a wet around the clitoris
Bit them lips between her hips and then her legs headlocked me
She gripped my fringe and twisted it and said "don't stop please"
Just being cocky, your missus won't get off me
Jocking like a jockey on top of me, you copy cat
I said that's obviously facts, she's not calling you back
She said she's had it with ye
I guess we're Adam and Eve
[Chorus: Size]
You are my garden of Eden
So let me come plant my seed in
I feel me cum, am I dreaming? (She wants that liquid love)
You are my garden of Eden
So let me come plant my seed in
I feel me cum, am I dreaming? (Yeah, I'm a sick bastard)
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[Verse 1: Hazey Haze]
Late night, day time
I've been thinking about you way too much
Don't wanna waste time, but if I FaceTime
See I'm wondering, would you pick up?
You said your phone is dead and you're alone in bed
But all the messages I sent are all open, read
I'm sure you're sure I know I know what you said
I said wave bye, have a bad goodbye, girl
I'd still pay high to have her in my world
I'm Macaulay Culkin, that's my girl
I'm Macaulay Culkin, that's my girl
Late night, day time ooooh
I've been thinking about you way too much
Don't wanna waste time, but if I FaceTime
See I'm wondering, would you pick up?
Nah you say that you hate sleeping alone
You stay awake and you're still creeping your phone
So I'm like go 'way bitch, just leave me alone
But then I'm like no, wait, leave me a note
Saying that we are both soulmates right next to the portrait and last night's cocaine
Oh wait, I can't be saying that shit
"Why's that, Haze?"
In case someones replaying that shit
Late night, day time
I've been thinking about you way too much
Don't wanna waste time, but if I faced time
See I'm wondering, would you pick up?
[Verse 2: Krome]
I could give a fuck about your other man
I'm rabid for the hole, I'm taking you to wonderland
She’s mad for the boy, mad at the boy
The shining irony a knight until I’m under that
We’re double crossing like two junctions on a motorway
I float away until libido makes an overtake
I’m in the fast lane texting you tell you facts straight
I couldn’t give a fuck whether it’s love or it's just foreplay
I’ve more hate for blue balls than red herrings
The golden boy to compliment your fake earrings
Pony boy, an outsider 'til the mare's rearin'
I’m unstable so your friends tell you to take care
Late night, day time
Truth be told, I probably drink too much
And think too much and lie
You’re collateral damage, while I’m the apple to your eye
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Hazey Haze Limerick, Ireland
"You've your own growing to do, no materr how tall your father was"
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