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children of the damned - clean living lyrics

{verse 1: flash 4dem]
yo, you make me f+ckin’ sick to the tooth
fake mc’s, i’d rather amputate my feet than kick it with you
belligerent, rude, walking, talking definition of fool
in my incapable hands nothing’s idiot proof (ha!)
a qualified pr+ck with references from everyone i ever did wrong
f+ck gettin’ a job!
over+proud penniless slob, gettin’ stoned on the dole
the lights are on but n0bodies home, i’m pneumonia cold
openly broke, my heart was sold with my soul
my life on thе whole is an inappropriate joke
i’m holdin’ my nosе, tokin’ a bone
and blowin’ the smoke out through the hole in my throat, low and behold
i’m f+cked… i roll to my shows
with a band of drunken cronies in tow
cotd, paving the way for the lazy unpaid
hardcore, and we ain’t changing our ways, f+ck radio play!
yo, i blaze a bag while you pray in mass
in open mic night, i spit on the nice guy that came in last
a maniac, i’ll throw your dog a grenade to catch
flash 4dem, still functioning with my brain detached

[verse 2: bill shakes]
no need for bourbon or madness to learn i’m a w+nker
when spoken about, i’m often referred to as b+st+rd
i ain’t preparing for landing
i’m too high ??? harrassing my pockets for emergency rations
i’m dirty and rancid coz i’ve never heard what a bath is
got too many bad personal habits
my brains sustained irreversible damage
when surgically planted, over the top with affirmative action
?? the bride, i crash the happiest day of her life
turn it to sadness, permanent anguish
??? with the groom in a he+rs+ to the marriage
when i roll to the church, eternally disturbing the parish
i’m stupidly ill
sat in a room consuming a ??? that i’ve filled with with shrooms for a meal
lsd diluted with milk, satsumas and pills
deluded, l!ckin’ the floor, collecting the juice that i’ve spilled
causing feuds with my will
laughin’ in my grave, none of the jewellery’s real, all i’ve left them is numerous bills
kidnap jack on his route to the hill
and profit off it when i make a prostitute out of jill

- children of the damned lyrics

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