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syntax junkies - mesc is in كلمات الأغنية

mesc is in swimming in your waterways kicking in your door today spitting in your daughters face this is just a more daranged version of me a serpent to be sh-tting on these vermin with ease “wait wait wait wait×4″which way is the bathroom taking your art just to make it a cartoon laugh dude this is just another f-cking sick joke split your personality to peices when i spit though recently these frequencies have been freaking me frequently seeking these dreams that are eating me freak the streets with the deamons steeds like i need some sleep feed in peace just another dog who doesn’t need a leash barking at the moon with largest of platoons as where marking out the targets that where carving into two and all your bars are intellueds waiting for my verse stay till i rhyme words then lay in a white he-rs- you c-nt’s can die imma say it a hundred times and make it a hundred times and spray it in hundreds eyes f-cking right but dont get me wrong my flows s-xy dog you dont get me off i won’t let these cops get away with my mind breaking thier spines just to take what is mine thought police torture me wasting there time because my brain isn’t right and this ain’t a disguise

which ways up which ways down sick brains spittin on a p-ssed stained crowed which ways in and which ways out these mistakes living in a brick laced town and these kids say how im handing the big raps ending my sentence demented for sick track’s i can’t stop won’t stop reping the syntax mesc is in get set for a trip lad

and this ain’t just another wack hype tune this the type of song that makes you vomit mic too this the type of song that makes you wanna fight your own mum so listen to my music and get high with no drugs im so great watch me throw flames in your iris grow hey then i donate it to isis man everything i do i gate major hate from cause i take your brain stem to make a gatorade bong and i smoke that built up sh-t down and reuse it the taste still wouldn’t be as bad as your music you’re useless you and all your mates don’t know that you ain’t so dope and your brains so slow no no stop talking smack get your walkman cracked ill have you walking back get you squawking cr-p like this is awkward lad then ill leave your brain smashed with an awesome rap “f-ck” this is me just me no fake sh-t to many sp-ceships living in the matrix sending for a pay slip giving into lame tricks sipping on some sizzim just a sizzle how your brain thinks like thats not right thats not right so all my junkies in the place raise your crack rocks high like thats not right thats not right but with a little bit of love you can grab gods light

i was born to write with a tortured mind on an autumn night slaughter rhymes spit cause if i didn’t then im sure to die drawn to lines yet these are the sort of high’s your daughter likes swords or knives first draw portions then preform a slice i caught the eye now ill capture the brain im rapping insane acid brains splashing in waves m-ssive decay actors lacking active displays and that is a shame so now i gotta shatter your frame bash in your face smash get mashed into paste ill batter your cake and then ill bake some wack sh-t and feed to the next generation of spastic’s thats it im gonna makes this plane f-cking crash cause im stuck in trash lobbing ash in destructive act’s customs ask “sir whats in your luggage bag” nothing lad just a couple dumpers and a lump of hash tones of smack “and i think there’s something that my mother packed”

where do the ideas come from

and where no closer to understanding

where the ideas come from

are the sign post’s of our destiny

they guide us forward and yet we know what from wence nor wither

- syntax junkies

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