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norman's theme - cult of the damned كلمات أغنية

[verse 1 _ milkavelli]
normal is as normal does, in a white shirt doing as formal does
ey, it’s always us i tell ‘em hush shut your mouth, what’s all the fuss
ey sh_t, should have thought as much
little man i’m on the ride cause i’m tall enough
ey, yeah i call your bluff
fall in love bumping might fall in love
if i said it you should know i meant it
ey, don’t get it, you should go and get it
ey, so generic being photogenic
my face goes all reddish like i f_cking over rev it

[verse 2 _ lee scott]
i’m just your average normal norman
bad habit forming, tracky sporting mormon
that pours gin and disagrees with joseph
ever since i smoked that whole ciggaweed and coke spliff
there’s no fixing me with chicken fricassee
tripping cause you can’t cure the sickness with a sip of tea
chilling in debt whilst you live in regret
forgive me but i keep forgetting to forgive and forget
there isn’t a liberty left for me to take i leave the cake under pressure and eat the steak raw
on me way out the door
no four four like i just wave like it’s all alright

[verse 3 _ king grubb]
alright then
i came to the fork in the road and had a snack and a splab and that’s that
back to the track, it’s a matter a fact rappers are whack
i gave you all a chance and now i’m sn_tching it back
the bruce banner of rap with acid flashbacks
tryna sag and relax, still have to react
nice guys, kick your ass and feel bad for your fans
i’m the king but the palace is a trap
carried the whole of (?) on my back
i’ve been the man since a lad
gin with the pink grapefruit ting
the sound of the ca_ching is like hearing an angel sing

[verse 4 _ bill shakes]
no prognosis for the sickness can’t find me right illness
pull me brain out like what kind of mind is this, twisted
snort a key of magic, breeze through traffic
cause havoc, an alien landed on the planet
plod can have it if they want it, w_nkers
stick up bankers for the cabbage, bad mannered
gasp for breath like an asthmatic
inhale the candy, sh_t hit sweet
me heart skips to a different beat
listen g, you’ll hit legs like a millipede on speed
guillotine, behead the king and k!ll the queen
b stands for bubonic
stacey gave brains, now sues on it
[verse 5 _ black josh]
i had to tell her it was plutonic
talking sh_t, who want it?
who? you? do you want it?
i move on it quick, blue sonic sh_t
walking round with tartans and a skinhead
that ain’t loud, i get you high off a pinhead
been smoking weed since i was going ghyll head in school
even if i turn to a pill head it’s cool
i’m still sweggin’ on ya clique
ellesse, ellesse got them jezzys on my d_ck
blowing off steam, got a kettle on my wrist
can’t be _rs_d rolling, eating edibles of piff

[verse 6 _ sleazy f baby]
drinking medicine with sniff
dmx in belly, get you deaded off the clips
was a pusher, burn like usher, h_lla berry in my spliff
urgh, halle berry looking b_tch
big labowski, really bout it
living room cloudy, drug deals out the audi
no we never stop, making liquor stops and diddy bop in ya b_tch (?)
i guess she’ll die cause she said she can’t live without me
lost my phone but my number still letting count it
yeah the fiends know me
i’m drinking smart water i don’t need oceans
[verse 7 _ stinkin slumrok]
(?) selling chicken and chips
brudda move from the spot i need to see what it is
be that regal little weasel with the wickedest grip
willing to dip, she needs some dinnies know what it is
cult for the kids, scumbag pr_ne and fully equipped
to spark up your lip, i ain’t into all the politics b_tch
i’m more a get money money, hit honeys, strap spliffs
f_ck a playboy bunny i want twenty slags wit’ me
make sure the battles all runny, better huack better spit
never get my funds, go better duck better dip
got a whole clique, on some raw sh_t leaving corpses
and everybody need a munch so first i’ll get some more in

[verse 8 _ tony broke]
the average six foot, eighteen stone beared weird male
sending death threats to enemies via email
hulking figure in the corner, summer fold gilet with a gilo
team next to the dj with a kilo, of all whites lemonade
the djs drop bombs well i get your pins with live grenades
the quiet type of riots, remove goods from windows
and ride off, into the sunset like western gringos
and reappear in the sequel, before the trailer for the main fl!ck
with a side chick for my main chick
look mum i made it
i fix sh_t to break it, no war i’ll wage it
felt the agony of defeat but couldn’t taste it

- normans theme

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