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hock tu down - 44 reasons lyrics

yo, i rinse my mouth with a guinness stout and guzzle listerine
stand over your gravestone and p-ss my system clean
i wanna say safe to bill, grubb and mr. me -hi!-
and i only have nightmares, but i live the dream
need nicotine; empty camel pack with the hump
i get found on a k!lling spree when i act on a hunch
a spliff of green, fill the room with a breath of smoke
a light sleeper – f-ck a bed, i float
my hit list is a thousand page hardback epic novel
so hide your head and grovel
before it’s dragged across the tarmac
in any cobbled street that we charge past
in a car jacked from your mum with you attached to the bumper
tote rope acts as a noose
you think you’re accident-proof, unaware of the fallin’ anvil you’re under
morbid
a cannibal with a ravenous hunger
itchin’, swingin’ an axe at your back like it’s lumber
jack of all trades, a b-st-rd always
i roll a fat spliff alone and p-ss it four ways
foes get choked with a vise grip, the tightest
in a thumb war i push b-ttons on explosive devices
beer gl-ss, drained it dry, baby my
b-boy stance is too complex for the naked eye
sheer cl-ss, i’m dumb ill
i bust a crazy dope move stood still
simple folk who find humor in blood spill
i shake your hand with a slit wrist as a suicidal gesture of goodwill
mind-state stuck on crush, k!ll, destroy
quit smokin’ and use various pharmaceuticals to fill the void
cursed with a temper, ’cause i’m still annoyed over sh-t i barely remember
and now i find k!lling comical
decapitate a big-headed emcee, and make a bike helmet with their polished skull
christ felt it, when i threw a fist in the air for pro-abortion
plus i’m cold supportin’ global warmin’
i put your preschool crew to shame
take a punch to the face and spit a loose tooth through ya brain
drink myself silly-stupid, swallow my grill and puke it
yellin’ i didn’t do it, even if the shoe fits
hit the booze until i wilt
then wake up and eat my cereal with vodka and kaluha in my milk
swiftly movin’ onto a full buddha breakfast
a human keg, you’d be correct to -ssume i’m legless
the freshest terrorist, i soap bomb your village
tell ’em it’s that mr. wrong, type colon the illest

there’s 44 reasons why i’m cl-ss
and i only write raps to help the time p-ss
don’t leave me alone with your medicine
mr. wrong, reklews, prozium peddlin
44 reasons why i’m cl-ss
and i only write raps to help the time p-ss
so, don’t leave me alone with your medicine
mr. wrong, reklews, prozium peddlin

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