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mr. wrong - grandmaster bastard كلمات أغنية

[intro]
their victims were cut up, they’re beheaded, their bodies cut in half
heads have blood flowing from their eyes
this was very puzzling
grandmaster b_st_rd

[verse 1]
a cheap man with an obscene plan
to buy your local business for minus three grand, with five guns in each hand
murder fantasies, playing russian roulette with a sick shooter and my seven personalities
the silent type, where you can find me hyped, trying to fly an iron kite
or fishing in an aquarium with some dynamite
blinded by the light
stabbing dead stars cause they wouldn’t sign my knife
my brain’s melting, heated with a cold temper
i d_ck slap medusa with my stone member
a blessed loser that never loses
spreading deadly rumours and hang with my friends, with our necks in nooses
causing h_ll in bruisers, for polluting my f_cking vodka with lemonade
plus, i never paid, son
i’m well untrained, raw
cause i’m emotionally attached to every penny i’ve ever made

[chorus]
call me grandmaster
slap your kid, screaming that’s gangster
a major player without a major
do you f_cking motherf_ckers understand?
call me grandmaster
slap your kid, screaming that’s gangster
a major player without a major
do you f_cking motherf_ckers understand?
[outro]
this was very puzzling; there was art but again, it was crude
everything was at its most basic
it all seemed to point to one thing
grandmaster b_st_rd is the greatest

- mr wrong

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