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mr. wrong - cold sag run كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: karlos the jackal]
thunder cracker, every day with me’s a fun disaster
winning first place in the annual hunt a rapper
f_ck a kata i’m punching a hung cadaver
the ventriloquist, pleading my innocence as his puppet slaps ya
back in the day, i used to get into the birds you used to get into
these days, i’m abusing your sister
but i ain’t sick, i’m all about jokes
’cause i’m the type to build a snowman from the fallout in nuclear winter

[verse 2: tony broke]
brain dead, illiterate, dumb f_ck with no luck
life’s stuck in a rut, not giving two f_cks about cooks
spoiling the path for master chefs, we go to master depths
keeping it peaceful and now we switch and snap your necks
soul piercing eyes hypnotise the planets rulers
until we shape shift to pass mass rapper old schoolers
tryna crush ya, rocking knuckle dusters leaving imprints
foreheads reflect a mirror image, improving your instincts

[verse 3: barebase]
drove up in the thunderbird bird up on the boulevard
gave her g_gave her to the count of three
hoped it didn’t come to third
so far, so good, as long as you remember mum’s the word
in broad daylight where lunch is served
with the boot open, climb in, he says
right by fitness first, no time for eyewitnesses
he learnt his lesson with the german shepherd
[verse 4: king grubb]
rugged clothes, vacant b_ttonholes
substance uncontrolled, you were supposed to be hardcore
but it wasn’t so, shoulda known
another phony dies of a slow mouth, muzzle closed
your name is only ever mentioned in your mother’s home
compliments are only spoken with sarcastic undertones
stop wasting my time, don’t just play with that knife
i blame whoever was unfortunately forced to bring you up for not raising you right

[verse 5: sly moon]
sly moon, how do you do?
choose your answer wisely
i’ll snuff you out of the blue for tryin’ to summarize me
i never leave the shade when sun is shiny
you got the holster, but oh, there ain’t no gun inside it
bang, you shoulda stepped with open eyelids
sam i am, i represent the children of the d_mned
british taliban, tuck your jewels and chains in
all grew up and stalk you wherever you walk and face it, b_tch, look towards the pavement

[verse 6: dutch master j]
microphone vandal, dismantling microphones when i handle ’em
challenge them to duals, fools die when i’m battling ’em
i’m callous with a pen, more savage with a magic marker
tragic when i take your arm and put it in a plaster cast, kid
laughing through the motions, who’s the dopest? my crew
c o t d with the high foods buddah smokers
you heard the name, you knew it’s over
think the crew’s the same? then yous a jokers
f_ck spittin i’ll use my super soaker
[verse 7: mr. wrong]
i’m the man like harry callahan, raps taliban
smoking out your family campervan
a loser with a great mind, i can count the crews i rate on one hand
then middle finger salute you at the same time
been blind, since i, seen the lord
i sleep with corpses and text my b_tches with ouija board
it’s the new gandhi, shoot lassie as she offers paw
bambi’s head’s stuffed and mounted on my office wall

[verse 8: bill shakes]
my bed’s a box
i left my ditch and never looked back
drunk lad squatting in the charred remains of scum labs
f_ck class
my teacher said i was a dumb tw_t but i was smart enough to use my dunce hat as a blunt wrap
i’m not strong minded, i chong five spliffs straight after the doc broke the news that i got bronchitis
i lost mine and picking up a dropped fiver to add up with the two pee to go towards his dodge viper

[verse 9: monster under the bed]
green hill residence, heathcliff represent
i eat fish skeletons
obsessive, i’m on some overly sensitive sh_t
depressive, you may call me mr. elliot smith
paro, lazy, in a stoned state tree hugging
moving slower than oaps, bugging, bill suttin’
cold sag run
asking b_tches for brain, they ask me what’s my problem
i say i don’t have one
[verse 10: salar]
s_a is the man enraged, i’ll attack and upper cut a horse and create a giraffe
blatantly, the d_mned is taking it back
watch what you say to me, i sleep with lights on ’cause the dark is afraid of me
i write songs like abc, it’s p_ss easy
c_o_t_d
we clip cheeky kids and rip cheesy pr_cks
call me g_nius, i’m serious
your whole team is more than tedious
bunch of boring eediots talking

- mr wrong

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