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mcabre brothers - spiders touch lyrics

verse 1: monster under the bed/milkavelli

i roam the underground from london town to runcorn
all city sewrage from down south to up north
we break bread and stay fed like fat b-tches
but im still hungry like i havnt ate in days yet
was caught hand stained red dripping paint wet
like dont touch the cobra clutch round the stolen dutch
head spinnin out of shot fish island fishing but face well hidden but i ain’t subtle no
im blunt like cigars stuffed with dro
i say this sh-t straight to your face f-ck the undertone
i hate small talk, dont beat around the bush
i hack it down and smoke this sh-t hard like sour kush
be that k!ller tree lumberjack type
i dumbpack a punchbag bud of dry sast(?)
i cypher clock wise, its wrong to p-ss the chong right
its smoke sessions get left standing at all times
f-ck a molica (?), first name oliver
an 88′ baby i wake and bake daily
year of the dragon, got a fiery temper
that hotheaded smoked out my lair in a cabin
turn over more leaves than autumn drops
an unorthodox st–ze i smoke more trees than orchids (?)
the touch of the spider, light the white widow spliff and let the venom seap inside ya

verse two: lee scott

how the h-ll?
do we remain in orbit round an l
knocking planets off axis
the dr scott mad tricks
……(?)
kicking off the tare
thousands fell
spliffs are laced, sours smells leave a bitter taste
im bringing death to your living sp-ce
later at the bar drinking, saggy
ending every sentence with laaaa
like im about to start singing
baggy, empty, it will only take a splab to tempt me
thats to any old ho, chatting sh-t, sober in convos, give them the cold shoulder and dodge though
good heart, bad tempers
honest smiles and cracked dentures
house party back benchers
port wine mumbling his last sentence
arguing with god like lord why?
who’s watching, describe me more times than do nothing please, cold saggin on his way to the top
leaving puny little humans baffled
joining in on a losing battle
halfway through its shackle
claiming he can dodge trainers and booze a statue………………..
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