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The Illest, Drunken Poet & The Spexorcist- W.G.A.F

Vår Hiphop - Lyricism

   

2005-11-12 21:12

The Illest, Drunken Poet & The Spexorcist- W.G.A.F

The Illest

Rappin' cats, grabbin' ass & dabbin' backstabbin' rats
Stackin' cash, crashin' glass & havin' blasts from laughingas
Police comes in, Rat-tat-tat! Hwarang be slapped in half
Call him up, what happened man? & after that we sat & chat
An avarage man glanced & ran.. Towards his damaged van
Who the fuck..!? Came back with a bat to smack some ass..
Clapped our hands.. Then we slapped the brat & passed the grass
Cuz Komik is packed with gats & got more class than Van the Man
Mad like Kammels dad, y'all stare at defeat like sandals man
Smoke so much Im banned from Amsterdam, fuck the aftermath..

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It's six a clock, tic and tac lets hit the bar and flip a buck..
Call the cops who gives a fuck? I call the shots so give a fuck..

The Spexorcist

I'm on my way out the door of stupidity
To the next of drunken peeps, bitches and full frontal nudity
Bitches in the back, fill 'em up, raise your glass
Shots are racing past, holmes getting passed, pussies gettin' ass
I'll look at your dance honey, lick your rack honey
But only if you give me your drink and fuck fast honey
Take me home, get nekkid, make it happen, gimmie pussy glory
Lay down and I'll back that ass and act suppository
But that's fiction so far, visionary thinkin'
From a man who only gets into missionary drinking stout..

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It's six a clock, tic and tac lets hit the bar and flip a buck..
Call the cops who gives a fuck? I call the shots so give a fuck..

Drunken Poet

Where brats cheer looking like fat queers with bad hair
Real men beat their wives, wear baggies and slam beers
And I will kill the next fuck ordering a cosmopolitan
Catching bitches eyes, see but no touch like holograms
Clubs hand out Flat-lines free, I'm giving out free HIV!
With painted jeans, I make the bouncers bounce without a fake-ID
Guys dance stiffly to shifty music, act shitty and stupid
Fuck a fistfight or get fistfucked, wits are my two cents
Fuck liquid crackwhores, I'll head to the dance floor
I was destined to B-Boy like a Y-Chromosome, that's for damn sure
I wake up the morning after in a prison in Burchill
After the voyage I spend the day with my head in the toilet,
Feeling sick and worthless....... Hell yeah- It was worth it

x2

It's six a clock, tic and tac lets hit the bar and flip a buck..
Call the cops who gives a fuck? I call the shots so give a fuck..

I'm Superman! King fucking Kong! I can pick you up and throw you a million miles. I'm number one. Number fucking one. I'm number one. Number fucking one. Number one! Number one! Number one!