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amity – let the credits roll كلمات اغاني

verse 1:
let me take you through a crash course in rap
like you’ve just gone to the rap store and back
i’ll do it just ’cause i’m that sort of chap
i’ll get your blood flowing like a hack saw to your lap
adapt or be attacked and that’s got me intact
no trap doors in the back, just sad stories relapsed
a tad morbid in fact, but that’s all in my stats
an axe brought onto backs to slash cords like i’m slash/
playing sweet child o’ mine – with each line i write
i eat dynamite and speak fireflies
while you’re banging bangarang and swaying like orangutans
i play some staind, mudvayne and maybe tapes cobain had made
i’d rather sh-t in my hands and clap than see hanson rap
give me cancer bats – hope my fans adapt
’cause the phantom’s back with a planned attack
i spit fire – they’re just a scaredy cat with a flare and match

hook:
life goes on so just let the credits roll
game of chance but i know i’ll never fold
everyone wants their face on the tv
their name on a cd – the best story i’ve ever told
life goes on so just let the credits roll
head in the game with no break – out of hedanol
everyone wants their face on the tv
to be played on mp3 – the best story i’ve ever told

verse 2:
better get back, f-ggots, guess who’s back at it
my style is raw but yours is off – you attract maggots
so get backpacking for fresh air, but you’re asthmatic
these whack rappers with cr-p ballads – no black sabbath
they lack talent but i pack static in bad traffic
it’s a bad habit like crack addicts – jump like jackrabbits
but i’m a snapped carrot dipped in jack daniels
they redefine shoulder blade and get back to backstabbing
one minute i’m on top, from a miniature rock star/
to singing in the city when my sh-t hits you non stop
spitting like bon scott, who hid when the bombs dropped?
we’re living in a system with the sh-t that’s in ‘what’s hot’
this is a long shot, but listen and watch what/
i’m spitting with my sk!ll and see it fill the hip hop shop
as quick as a cop’s dog, like ripping a bon bon/
on christmas, i’ma win this – no -ssistance odds on

(hook)

verse 3:
you act like you’ve never seen a rabbit rapping
rap -ss-ssin – it’s a lyrical m-ss attack and/
i have a habit of making magic happen
this track is wrapped in a m-ssive plastic bomb, so grab a matchstick
it’s amity back again with these venomous lyrics
if you’re trapped in unhappiness then it’s better to hear it
’cause this magical rap is gonna deaden the feeling
so sit back and relax while i’m injecting the syrum
binge and purge as my vocal cords spit these words
they can begin to hurt, sting and burn, singe and burst/
into flames – then quickly turn to sing a verse
spit the first note but never hit the worst
i’ll always be fresh, geez, i’m never getting old
you’ll be reincarnated like me with eddie vedder’s soul
as the names appear on the screen, there’s many left to scroll
everyone deserves to be seen so let the credits roll

- amity

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