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rob kelly - half mast flag lyrics

(intro) scratching “i get the last laugh you get the half mast flag”

it go good god almighty, jesus & the mary chain
next tatt i get is holy jesus smoking mary jane
joey the lips f-gan, you can be my everything
who’s next to get their jaw cracked by the heavyweight
6ft 2 made of sh-t bricks and mortar
my name rob kelly i’m smokin spliff with your daughter
getting blitzed off a quarter? throw the whole 50 in
pocahontas bird tattooed she look indian
jada told green he had eminem, but he only had eminems
i was gettin burn from mk, shortee blitz & sem and them
peace to mayhem and them wack rappers get it off your chest
benolyn, gentlemen and tremblin i’m leavin em shook
cos i lead off the jab and i step with the hook
kell is a crook, f-ck your little half -ssed gang
dearly departed you can get the half mast flag

scratching “i get the last laugh you get the half mast flag”

my style hard like mexican handwraps, stand back
i don’t wanna do hand daps you’ll get palm slapped
you little groupies better buy my music on bandcamp
had your girls legs in the air – handstand
grandstand finisher, bad man diminisher
you think you’re bad thats only because you’ve no listeners
not bad meaning good just bad meaning bad but not bad like a
bad man who bad up a squad, not bad like a tyrant or bad like a menace
you’re just bad full stop, that’s the end of the sentence
not bad, who’s bad? real bad micheal jackson though
bad like you haven’t got style, content, accent, flow
acting like you’re gonna throw a bad blow at bobby
you’re a b-tch you haven’t a bad bone in your body
so i’m not buying it, if you are bad dudes, you should have read the headlines
i am bad news

scratching “i get the last laugh you get the half mast flag”

hola senorita, my name rob kelly it’s nice to meet ya
the black irish rogue back with another heater
better tell son, i son (sun) rappers like ibiza
this ain’t dominoes f- you don’t wanna piece of (pizza)
so what you talkin bout you and me?
you get your head wrapped up – junior reid
you dumb f-cks you’re getting it uncut all the vampires of the city
hunting one blood
i’m smoking zoots in a zoot suit, bumpin u2 in an isuzu
bl–dy sunday for rappers and the youth crew
doing my own thing i give a f-ck about what you do
i rap better than rappers that rap better than you do
my style ugly but my tramps pretty, cos she used to be
untouchable like frank nitty, but now i have a nick name for her
it’s fat smitty, brains in broad day light – new jack city

- rob kelly lyrics

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