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bloody shield - p rod lyrics

verse 1:
the sh+t get my head spinning, helo, helo
helo, helo
the sh+t get my head burning, heatstroke, heatstroke
helo
i’m sat in the pub, this c+nt recognise me
i know he know
i got hunch next year ima make mad money and pop like when the heat blow
i’d rather be civil, i’m caught in the middle
sniff, hit my nose b+tch it fizzle
said f+ck to a rebel, i’m made of metal
spliff got 2 flavours like a revel
you a rent no real, something like a revel
i’m in the halfway on my d+mn pedals
my bud it ain’t bunk and it hit special
i’m a big skinhead bumping the specials
i stay with god, i seen too much of my devil
he try carry the sword then put it in me but i ain’t tryna feel this bevel
i’m up late f+ck a d+mn schedule
b+tch i been around bad men like stace dooley
give me 6 months, i be charged fully
i’m puffing that sh+t it’s a bit sticky
if i smell like weed that mean i’m moody
stand on the club deck, watch for an upset
you can not catch me dog
they may try figure me out, they can’t figure me out
i’m a vault can’t crack me don
they say if you throw enough sh+t at a wall it’ll stick but it’s not sh+t that i’m throwing is it?
on a mission, i’m a soldier of god
p rod how i skate on these b+tches
and it’s funny when i’m in a room and i talk people often stop;
and they want to listen
it’s the bs, the magician
i been sick since i was a midget
smoke sh+t, and my eyelids, i put pins in them
seen the doc i said i’m sick with it
trust
trust man this just the tip of it
i’m the big brother and the middle one and the little one
i’m tryna make 500 minimum
you know the bread tastes sweet like a cinnabon
he wasn’t with us in the mud
and he won’t be with us in a month
so when he come round just tell him
f+ck him
they can stay under blood
wonder why i’m so f+cked?
all i see’s darkness
this is the life in scotland
homeland for the homeless, and the gallus
those addicted; thrown off balance
that scene in my eyes though
light up a pyro, watp
we are we all
since i was a wee boy i thought i need to be gone
i look around of me, i see these b+tches
way to stuck up in the system
and they the ones saying f+ck the system
look in the mirror kid, missed a big one
spinning my head like a helo
spinning my head like a reload

- bloody shield lyrics

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