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mr. wrong - open sesame كلمات أغنية

[intro]
okay, okay, i’ve waited long enough, and now the time has come
what are you doing?
what does it look like i’m doing?
but it looks like you’re, you know, making a mess
i’m getting ready to sing my song, so i’m throwing out all my trash onto the sidewalk
isn’t that beautiful?
just look at it all. what a beautiful, junky mess of rotten, rusty, mangy, musty, crummy, beautiful trash
beautiful trash
beautiful trash
beautiful trash
beautiful trash

[verse 1 _ lee scott]
i think my brain’s possessed (why?)
i stuck the features of mr. potato head on the face of death
breathless and drowsy, blazing sess
chilled out, playing chess as the planet’s ending around me
an avid fan of h_ll
constrained in a straight jacket trying to hang myself
claiming it’s brain damage
stashing san miguel in an empty padded cell
puking up human guts on a carousel
a b_st_rd child, i turn happy rappers to stone
then produce a battle axe to crack a smile
see life like it’s animated in manga style
took a sonic boom to the face and laughed at guile
a sad clown telling morbid jokes
and force the most forward folk to back down
i’m the f_cking bomb
i use pins to stick up pics of me chucking the grenades i took ’em from
[bridge]
m_r_w_r_o_n_g
m_r_w_r_o_n_g

if i ain’t indoors, i’m usually in my swim shorts, with my limbs gnawed trying to k!ll jaws with a pitchfork
this ain’t (?)
it’s that ill raw kid who sh_t talks over f_cking snuff film scores
the sick thoughts i bring forth will leave your kid warped
and next to me in the girl’s showers with a jigsaw
walking through brick walls mentally dead
kidnap a girl for unconventional s_x
followed by breakfast in bed comprising of her pregnancy test
and some prehistoric predator eggs, just to mess with her head
i’m very depressed
on valentines the letter i sent to my ex, contained photos of cupid hanging dead by his legs
my mind is raw, when it’s time for war
i arrive at (?) riding on a giant dinosaur, armed with a knife and fork
i defy your laws ’cause theoretically i’m underground, still i reside up north

[bridge]
f_l_a_s_h
m_r_w_r_o_n_g
m_r_w_r_o_n_g
m_r_w_r_o_n_g

[outro]
a fat cat sat on a hat
saw a rat on the mat
found a fat had a chat with a gnat
then he pat in a vat that was flat
oh yeah oh yeah

- mr wrong

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