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flushing scotch - bomberman lyrics

[verse 1]
mag ryan on my hip, click clack, carry that
bury barry bonds’ body up in my lawn with harry fraud’s
very fat chance that i’ll marry halle berry
barely make it through another f-ckin’ trash tyler perry movie
(the f-ck you doing) it’s a hotel party
up in rwanda with devon sawa and the tutsi
pullin’ out my uzi, lil’ boosie badazz (i motherf-ckin’ click clack)
suicide pact, y’all
i’m packin’ punches and heat, makin’ jaws crack, dog
you spittin’ teeth, i spit that sh-t straight through my b-llsack
and b-tch this is what’s called the fallback (awe, snap)
the sneak attack, in fact she never even saw that comin’
i’m runnin’, i never call back (f-ck that)
the b-tch ain’t all that, golf clap
a bunch of bullsh-t is all that was cause
i got you home, and half the sh-t you said you do
i waited for it, and i never f-ckin’ saw that
(saw that f-ckin’ boom)

[hook]
blast off, challenger, goin’ up and blowin’ up
case closed, they know that flushing is showin’ up
with rocket launchers, sit and watch, and yes i often ponder
wonder what building i want to be known for as the bomber
bomberman
the f-ckin’ bomberman
[verse 2]
i take a drag from my cigarette until i f-ckin’ cough blood (coughin’ and droppin’ dead)
i keep on punchin’ till the cops come
(awesome) b-tch, that’s a f-ckin’ understatement
make it to the top, and ain’t n-body stop us
gimme the guop, or get taken
i’m killin’ liam neeson, so his old -ss ain’t here to save ‘em
takin’ no chance, but you know i’m takin’ robitussin
snuff ‘em out, and raise your gl-sses, we’re american
(i know) get the f-ckin’ bubbles out of your blood
mr. hands when i slam her
in her tuna chamber, f-ckin’ stud with a body count
so watch your -ss, ain’t no tellin’ when i’m gonna mount
(f-ck until they’re down for the count)

- flushing scotch lyrics

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