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mr. wrong – hock tu كلمات اغاني

brick pelican, investin’ in gettin’ rotten legless
drink anything that’s got an alcohol percentage
morbid characters
yellin’ in fear at the thought of happiness
i [?] shelter my ear and hear scenes of death
hock beer breath, double jointed chain smoker, if i’m there
there’ll be a strange odor in the air
cold saggin’, double as a r_t_rded b_st_rd
on his own askin’ questions that can’t be answered
loot stores, leave exit wounds when i spit paper b_lls through straws
don’t plan on being a someone
out my face and don’t know what the f_ck on, just wrong
this is my attempt at a love song
sick of gettin’ stoned, para and red eyed
reppin’ with my head in my hands but held high
achieve nothing then i get drunk and celebrate
chillin’ with old hare in the middle of nowhere tryna push our demo tape
it’s brick peli mate, temptin’ fate, usin’ severed heads as bait
got turned away at heavens gate
like “f_ck an entrance fee, i can get into h_ll for free”

[hook]
one foot wrong, i quickly put your crew in their place
laugh, then hock tu in your face
one foot wrong, i quickly put your crew in their place
laugh, then hock tu in your face
one foot wrong, i quickly put your crew in their place
laugh, then hock tu in your face
one foot wrong, i quickly put your crew in their place
then hock tu in your face
[verse 2]
i had a nervous breakdown like fu_schnickens
grew sick and abused izm to battle flu symptoms
have a screw missin’ but i’ll still take your bride
just because you’re a stool pigeon doesn’t make you fly
passionate pimpin’, brick peli peli
top of the food chain, ruler of the animal kingdom
happily trippin’ to h_ll and back
rational thinkin’ is only applied when i’m collectin’ scr_ps
you’ll only find me with my mind at ease lightin’ trees
this is no “how are you, i’m fine” type of st__z
it’s some ill sh_t
rock hard hats and turn smoke spots into construction sites when we build spliffs
undead b_st_rd
twisted neck, recordin’ with my head backwards
perhaps his brain’s defunct, intellect shattered by the rotten apple cider
and only chain smokin’ contaminated skunk blunts
i punch lumps out of a face for fun, punk
erm, drunk off goblin
diss you and ask myself what the f_cks my problem
somethin strange, mind state unexplained

- mr wrong

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