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mr. krane - swaggots lyrics

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[verse 1]
hey, what the f-ck is going on? our s-x is not so weak
but men are turning into b-tches 20 times a week!
walking like p-ssy is popular among young people
and it has gone too far, the bad & evil need a trequel!
who the f-ck are these guys? i wanna break their arms!
these suckers be the only b-tches that i want to harm
tiny bag and high boots, d-ld- in the pocket, –
here i am, baby, fresher than a motherf-cker!
narrow jeansies, i am the f-cking g
you understand me, b-tch? it’s dangerous to be with me!
it’s obvious that it is dangerous to be with f-ggot
but he keeps talking “i’m not a g-y, i’m just a swagger
like mickey jagger, the b-tches say that it’s my beauty”
then i say “the real men don’t give a f-ck about their cuty-
ness”, ladies, please, k!ll him when he says:
“i’m sorry, darling, but i have no pretty clothes to dress!”

[hook]
i don’t want to f-cking hear your excuses
the swaggots gonna die, and we have to reduce the
number of d-cks that grow the p-ssies, act like b-tches
see the madness of k-rat, he gonna u-se
the power of ironical satirical wordplay
the ripping beat that have to murder every f-cking g-y!
i don’t want to f-cking hear your excuses
the swaggots gonna die, i k!ll ’em using deuces!

[verse 2]
f-ggots are eve-ry-where, they start to f-cking scare me
it’s like a swagapocalypse, left 4 d-e-a-to-the-d
feel sorry for being unable to defeat this sh-t
well, let’s destroy it from inside, one more verse to spit!
this tendency is being followed by 50 percent
of little f-gs that p-ss with acid at the second hand
200 million zombies, i’m afraid of our nation
instead of words “it’s f-cking great!” we often hear “fashion!”
well, tell me why this sh-t is cool cause i don’t understand!
maybe a couple years later i’ll be last man to stand
i won’t need to shave my legs and f-ck with polar bears
act like a f-cking f-ggot for you to hear some “yeeeah!”‘s!
a’ight, homies, come on, let’s drink some f-cking beer!
“i don’t drink, i’m a b-tch” – so get the f-ck outta here!
you want martini? nah, i’m sorry, it is for the ladies
you want me to apologize? f-ck you, i’m new shady
and i’m feeling terribly shocked from sh-t that’s going on
the army of new justin biebers gonna take your home
try to survive, dude, and don’t answer your b-tch in the way
“you want some p-ssy?” – “i’m sorry, baby, but i have these days!”

[hook]
i don’t want to f-cking hear your excuses
the swaggots gonna die, and we have to reduce the
number of d-cks that grow the p-ssies, act like b-tches
see the madness of k-rat, he gonna u-se
the power of ironical satirical wordplay
the ripping beat that have to murder every f-cking g-y!
i don’t want to f-cking hear your excuses
the swaggots gonna die, i k!ll ’em using deuces!



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