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mcabre brothers – the brothers mcabre كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: monster under the bed]
body saggin’ but i’m gone in spirit
that monster inc sh_t, monster mashin’ like bobby “boris” pickett
olly did it, i live beyond the limit
the psychopathic, hyperactive on the soporific
you can eat sh_t and die
i hit the pipe till im singin’ like the crypt kicker 5
4 deep, i tag my name on your street
then chase your war chief like the baseball furies
keep a pretty girl indoors and [?]
while you be kerb_crawling for wh0res in earl’s court
burn draw, cough a dirt storm, start a germ war
treat the landscape like it’s rampage world tour
slur pearls of wisdom in the drunken clam
f_ck ben richards, i’m the cold sag running man
children of the d_mned, illegal contraband
that gunners fan, downright dirty with the upper hand

[hook]x2
and when it’s all said and done
just make sure my slice of the pie blocks the sun’s light from the sky
and when it’s all been and gone
we’ll still be the mcabre brothers, reklews, m.o and mr wrong

[verse 2: mr wrong]
i screw my face, in a comatose state
then awake with an all_consuming hate for the human race
rapidly losing pace, i slide a pride of fat cats a tuna steak
and shudder as the b_st_rds mutilate each other
illuminate the scene, film the sh_t
bootleg the footage for a baby spliff of grit that’ll stay unlit
it’s f_cked up mate, i’m p_ssed today
i huff, puff and blow a house made of bricks away
tough luck, rebuild or be still
touch gloves in a sign of respect and then fight to the death
climbing the steps to heaven, had trouble findin’ his breath and fell
still alive in the depths of h_ll on some “i know something, but i’ll never tell”
vote for the worst person on purpose and then rebel
flip the script, sinkin’ ships but his lips are zipped
i stay blitzed, hiss and shake fists
instigate sh_t, i’m paranoid like philip k. d_ck
fake bliss, real ignorance
leave a fingerprint, admit you did the sh_t and then plead your innocence
that’ll p_ss ’em off like “little piggy, what?”
fiddle taxes, spark a match and burn the lizard bankers
then make an art attack with their ashes
[hook]x2
and when it’s all said and done
just make sure my slice of the pie blocks the sun’s light from the sky
and when it’s all been and gone
we’ll still be the mcabre brothers, reklews, m.o and mr wrong

- mcabre brothers

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