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posseshot - mercury lyrics

[verse 1: mr. muscles]
yo
yeah, it’s muscles
raisin’ up mercury, ’til you feel that third degree
it’s that calm before the murder screams
turn your burberry burgundy, mama raised a little hercules
got the pieces to the puzzle, fit ’em perfectly
mr. muscle, have you ever heard of me?
had channel 7 in emergency, paramedics rushed me in urgently
life f-cks me purposely, feel like a black jew walking ’round germany
back when hitler had the n-z-s
’round here, we get a lot of br-ssies
lives get taken in a heartbeat
same place to make the sharpies
i’m tryna send a message, can you roger back to me charlie?

[verse 2: tornts]
tornts, posseshot, ay
i watch the days flip like tour
nights lookin’ dark like pennywise sewer
them fiends around the trap need a cure, i guess the dealers medics with the [?]
we soldiers, you untrained civvies
i’m sippin’ with a man and his shotty and his pack of hillbillies
turn you into ash like ciggies
badlands got their minds free-divin’
feel like grabbin’ a mask and not buyin’
rather some land than small diamonds
you a mouthy tip-rat bird, you an ibis
my day-ones, they all priceless
final, meltin’ on the sylist
ridin’ out, even if the blue take my license
dead raps, i’d rather hear crickets and silence
red and white kombats, iller than typhus
down with young guns and boss old-timers
tornts and posseshot, spray ’em up, lifeless

[bridge: kharnicl-ssix]
yeah, they know what it is
kha, torntsky, muscles
posseshot sh-t, melbourne city, all f-ckin’ day
all the way around australia, all way round the world

[verse 3: kharnicl-ssix]
yeah
posseshot, get the money up
that fast food sh-t you eatin’ got you chuckin’ up
roll call, that’s a lot of names we chuckin’ up
they said i’ll only be in the vid if i can bally up
that’s a full clip, stop the bullsh-t
that sh-t you reppin’ don’t exist
i’m dbmc with forty c-nts in my flick
tryna make my life better for my clique
won’t see me metal on my wrist, the metal on the hip
i open laptop and let it flip
always been deep in the mix, the melbourne city alchemist
they said i’m f-cking ill, get around this sh-t
i don’t need a gun to detail, i’ve been a f-ck-around a bit
not about that downer sh-t
in the city where it’s cold out, inner-city playground
got me runnin’ ’round like the greyhound
we them young veterans, you toys’ll get shakedown

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