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mr traumatik – motorway 3style كلمات اغاني

i don’t like sn0bby hoes in shoddy clothes
i’m giving em body blows
so wipe that dirty snotty nose
and clean them filthy grotty toes
n0body knows, you cheeky b-tch
you’re c-cky loads
your body folds are f-cking gross
your p-ssy looks like soggy toast
i’m inventing em daily
i don’t copy flows
and if you wanna copy my writing
you see my shotty blow (blaow)
i’m making tons of music money now
no cops in groves
some man have got stacks of cash in shoe boxes
some man have got pots of gold
i’m a dirty c-nt
you know me now
i’m vile and sinister (vile)
p-ss me off
i won’t be phoning my solicitor (i won’t)
i belong in padded room
just like a violent prisoner (blam)
when i make women squirt
they look like they got spina bifida (jeez)
i’m drinking rum & juice
and bunnin zoots
this weed is piff (piff)
i love summer fruits
with stunnin’ b00bs
i’m feeling t-ts (mmm)
i’ll fix her pipe like plumbers do
she’s leaking drips (wow)
and if your pum pum smells like running shoes
i’m leaving quick (ha)

i’m a selfish greedy pr-ck (blaow)
when i’m hungry
feed me quick (quick)
she wants some easy d-ck
so open your legs you greesy b-tch (ha)
when i’m on some sneaky sh-t (naah)
you can never defeat me pr-ck (ha)
your music’s like your cannabis
that cd’s sh-t
i’m blazing ganja trees (yeah)
you’re blazing amber leaf (ha)
if man’s so brave
i’ll stick my rambo blade in your tangerine
oozing p-ss and gangrene
leather gloves
my hands are clean
i’ll clean the floors
and hide the corpse
and then i’ll bounce like trampolines (raaa)
i don’t exaggerate
i’ll m-st-rbate and ej-cul-te
in a pasta bake at a faster rate
and then i’ll pull out my d-ck, then slap your face (blam)
i don’t procrastinate
i’ll sh-g for days with hannah’s mates
that shannon, faith or janet, kate
or lucy, or -ssam and grace (blam)
and i might activate
my third eye using ganja cakes
and bags of grades in random ways
or dab and blaze this gram of haze (raaa)
if i don’t get much sp-ce
to meditate with candle flames
i grab the blades and frag grenades
and amputate any candidates

watch how i deliver my slang
you can’t get rid of my gang
i don’t quit
i finish a plan
and trust me i will diminish you man (agh)
i don’t live in j-pan
i come from wales
my lyrics are nang (yes)
i don’t give a sh-t fam
i’ll shank your dad and then kick in your nan
dirty girls, i give em a gram
i told her ‘hold my d-ck in your hand (haha)
it’s fat like michelin man’
i’m grippin and dippin and nipplin jam
same time i’m tickling sam
v-g-n- smells like pickle and ham
i was really sick in her hand
and wow the world is sickening fam

watch how i deliver the heat (fire)
i will diminish your beat
and when i’m m-st-rbating in public (ha)
i’m on about giving a speech
and i don’t live on a beach (nah)
i come from wales
my lyrics are deep
and i’ve got women in greece (blaow)
who feed me grapes
we’re livin in peace
and dirty girls, i give em a speech
i told her ‘hold my d-ck, it’s a beast
and swallow it like vitamin d’
i’m grippin and dippin and nipplin bleach (bleach)
i won’t tickle your feet (feet)
they smell like pickle and meat (raaa)
i was nearly sick of this sh-te
and wow this girl’s a sickening freak

i’m a s-xual demon
i’m grippin and dippin and nipplin s-m-n
you know i’m talented
my magic fingers tickle and tease em
when i’m in a threesome
i will make em c-m for no reason
i’m a dirty c-nt
i’ll f-ck a b-tch and go away and then leave em
-rg-sm
jaw spasm
f-ck a b-tch or go with no breed em
i don’t listen to rumours
no, i don’t believe em
i don’t go down on girls
because i don’t eat meat; i’m vegan (haha)
i’m just teaching freedom
f-ck a b-tch and leave em, don’t need em (gaan)

i don’t like scabby chicks with saggy t-ts or flabby bits
who’s scatty b-tch and f-nny lips
look brittle like your granny’s hips (ha)
i’ve got girls in swindon, bristol, leeds and mannybits (yes)
i’ve got girls in iowaka, i’ve even got some afghani chicks (ha)
i’ll make em be my slaves and feed me grapes
that’s happiness (that’s happiness)
and when i’m h-rny, i tell em “jump in a taxi quick” (quick)
with protection, i don’t want no catchy d-ck (no)

(“you must think first, huy”)

my heavy flows are very cold
and underground like buried gold
i m-st-rbate in jelly bowls
and wipe the juice on kelly’s nose (splash)
i don’t like sweaty hoes with messy clothes
or belly folds, that’s very gross like smelly toes
or eating cold spaghetti toast (ugh)
they’re not ready, no
3 2 1, get set, ready, go
this people’s champ is giving em an evil glance
i’m legendary bro (wow)
i saw some crazy sh-t
that’s why i keep machetes close
and violence ain’t an option
sometimes it’s necessary though

i’m giving em a deep -n-lysis
wake up, you’re in sleep paralysis
speaking ancient greek and arabic (ha)
that’s a deep -n-lysis
i’m giving em a deep -n-lysis
smoking cheese and trees of cannabis
grow some weed and feed em additives (wow)
that’s a deep -n-lysis
i’m giving em a deep -n-lysis
i love carrots, peas and cabbages
i’m not eating meat and ham and fish (nah)
that’s a deep -n-lysis
i’m giving em a deep -n-lysis
people think i’m an evil anarchist
don’t like me then eat a bag of sh-t

(“you must think first, huy”)

traumatik, i let the rest know
don’t f-ck with me
i got the best flow (f-ck off)
i’m making the ravers rave so much
i will leave their leg broke (snap)
i will leave em bare cold
you can’t keep up
them man’ll get slow (slow)
i’m writing a manifesto
on how to make p’s
and manifest dough (cha-ching)
anything is possible (yeah)
cause i said so
no way, heck no
okay, i never let go
i’m giving em an evil, lethal combo kick
then man’ll head home
using ninjutsu and spin kicks
til i break your neck bone (ha)

be aware, take caution (wow)
mr traumatik’s awesome
i’m f-cked in all type of ways
i’m not talking about no foursome (get me)
but now i’m on the subject
when i’m having s-x
i don’t force em (no)
and i rap over loads
you cannot defeat us like an abortion (blam)
i’m using kung fu kicks
i’ll come through quick
and spin em in the grave (spin it)
no mic check, 1, 2 quick
i’ll punch you quick
and kick em in the face (blaow)
please don’t p-ss me off, you c-nt
i’ll be digging him a grave (yes)

(“you must think first, huy”)

- mr traumatik

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