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rude max - ill mannered lyrics

all these mother f-ckers running like they’ve never heard
well, rude tha demon’s in the building, burn
i’m obserd, i’ve got the wickedest of words, and
watch me overthrow and take the whole land
watch me burn the palace down with all the cans
of gasoline, enough to start our stupid van
i’ve never toured but i wanna do as much i can
and show the people what’s up, cause i’m the f-cking man
i’ll rip the world apart, replace it with the knife
i slaughtered every heart with and k!ll their shinning light
i’m not a rapper, i would call myself a poet
rather than an actor, you know it, you just blow it
i’m so, f-cking heroic, i’m as epic as they come
man i’m like a gun, shooting bullets with my tongue (boom boom)
here’s your doom, f-ck illuminati
and all the mother f-ckers in rap who act c-cky
you f-cking d-ck heads, i’m like the n-z-‘s
i’ll exterminate you and ya’ll’s posse
i’m like rocky, bal-boa constrict – er
and now you know there is no one f-cking sicker
… i’m just preaching like a demon
you’ll need an exorcism after this, it’s well needed
cause this is my town, missoula’s mine now
you better bow down, hands up, eyes down

[hook]
ill mannered, you might not know now
that i’m the master, i’m sitting on the throne now
bow down, mother f-ckers, here we go now
this is my town, until it burns down
ill mannered, you might not know now
that i’m a b-st-rd, i’m smoking up my own cloud
shout loud, mother f-ckers, here we go now
i’ll never blow up, until it slows down

all these mother f-ckers running like they’re little ants
you know that i can see from here you’ve p-ssed your pants
you try to do a dance, and get the crowd hyped
well even jonna hill says my sh-t’s tight
you think i’m just a kid, spitting, spilling lids
i’m bout to flip and kick another kid up in his chin
you flip me off, i’ll cut your f-cking fingers off
literally take em off, with pliers, now we break em off
i’ll scr-p you off the pavement
p-ssies get f-cked up and f-cked with by satan
there’s only hatred, face it, it’s basic
it’s so cl-ssic, madness with laced hits
blazed, blitzkrieg, i need sixteen
of these blunts, that i rolled in a deep sleep
i beat the teens, i made it to my twenties
but lost another friend every year to ex hunnies
to make money, and to make music worth it
you gotta work and invest to make it perfect
the word smith, would be happy if he heard this
cause i’m the sh-t, real cr-p, here’s a squirt b-tch
you better twerk quick, before the end’s here
before the world gets drown inside it’s own tears
cause this is my town, missoula’s mine now
you better bow down, hands up, eyes down

[hook]
ill mannered, you might not know now
that i’m the master, i’m sitting on my throne now
bow down, mother f-ckers, here we go now
this is my town, until it burns down
ill mannered, you might not know now
that i’m a b-st-rd, i’m smoking up my own cloud
shout loud, mother f-ckers, here we go now
i’ll never blow up, until it slows down

- rude max lyrics

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