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hock tu down - blueberry jam كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 _ mr. wrong]
yo, i awkwardly bop across your spine
dr. scott; what a guy
lost his mind
i’m not even a b_st_rd on the sly
don’t act human
your housewife discovered glass in your bathroom and
now i’m creeping up while she’s vacuuming it
not a man of class
rapper’s offer hands too him, then i swiftly
send a pack of f_gs and neck a whiskey
breathing a toxin now i’m sat relaxed
might take a sip from my can and clap
my sick achievements among them
i sh_t a verse, by the time they’ve finished theirs
i’ll have an entire major city’s drainage system worth
absurd, but tryna find some booze
i’ll offer you this terps
but the lighter fuel is there if preferred
after several days on a coke binge, it seems
i’ve developed an obsessive hatred of most things that breathe
i sit bored and wish for my last days to come
over a bottle of imported lamb’s navy rum
and a crack_flavoured blunt
the man’s disgusting, stagger drunken
angry f_cking up your family function
then blag your wife back for an acid nightcap
you’re born then the rest of your life is an anticlimax
[hook]
this one here’s for the fam
brick peilican clan
children of the d_mned
blueberry jam
this one here’s for the fam
brick peilican clan
the d_mned’s homemade blueberry jam
this one here’s for the fam
brick peilican clan
children of the d_mned
blueberry jam
this one here’s for the clan
brick peilican famalam
children of the d_mned’s blueberry jam

[verse 2 _ bill f__kin’ shakes]
you had a house until i stole it
got ya b_tch in the saab sinkin’ rotten
mind is vacant
twigs in all the spliffs i’m rolling
trippin’ off pings
fishin’ in the sick inside the basin for ritallin
attention span less than an alzheimer’s patient’s
call lines are stretching from outside
my depressed and get k’d like the small tide
binge like it’s nothing
high consumptions of drugs should have me dying buzzing
gettin’ with this b_tch before i court_martialed
the highest member in your clique, talk partial
slur my speech, (?) thirty es
can’t tell a word that i speak
deaf, dumb and blind
f_cked up all the time
passive smoker;
i’ll take care of your splab like it doesn’t have an owner
you never catch me sober
f_ck_face; i’ll let you know how your blunt tasted
blunted hyena
drink rum by the litre
lips stuck to the reefer
hanging by a punchbag bud; the sativa
ounce of coke i’m racking up
cold sagging anthem
kid pass the baton
[hook]
this one here’s for the fam
brick peilican clan
children of the d_mned
blueberry jam
this one here’s for the fam
brick peilican clan
the d_mned’s homemade blueberry jam
this one here’s for the fam
brick peilican clan
children of the d_mned
blueberry jam
this one here’s for the clan
brick peilican famalam
children of the d_mned’s blueberry jam

- hock tu down

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