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sam brass knuckles - fuck pigeons lyrics

[verse 1]
pigeons!
i don’t give a smidgen of cr-p about em
cuz they cr-p on everything, except for rap, cuz they can’t
and i didn’t hesitate when i snapped, crackled, and popped on those sons of b-tches
i could be outside sittin’
mindin’ my own business
eatin’ some french fries and chicken
but then in an instant these f-cking pigeons descend from the sky
like they on a mission
they open up their -ssholes and start sh-ttin’
they make a mess of everything they sit on
i get up to try to kick them but they fly away into the distance
f-cking birds!
the bird is what i flip em
they raise their middle feather back at me, but it ain’t the same
yeah, bet you wish you had fingers
i bet they’d come in handy
get it? handy? f-ck you, that joke is dandy!
f-cking pigeons sh-t whenever they landing
don’t know what those f-cking birds are planning
i see an old granny feeding crumbs to that fat pigeon
godd-mn he gonna fill every nook and cranny
i wanna shove captain planet up your feathered f-nny

[hook]
birds, f-ck you
you sh-t on me
i’ll sh-t back on you
birds
you all can go to h-ll
f-ck you pigeons!

[verse 2]
no fingers, no brain, no teeth, no name
you f-cking birds are h-lla lame
when i shoot pigeons, they ain’t made of clay
i’m shootin’ off bullets and they gettin’ in the way
don’t try to blame the way i aim
are you birds insane?
i’m just saying, it’s your fault if you get shot in the brain
shouldn’t have been in my no-fly zone again
yeah, feel the pain
if you’d stop flying away, i’d get up close and let you taste my blade
f-cking birds deserve to get mauled and maimed
chest cut open, feathers bloodstained
i decapitate, amputate your face
this is for sh-tting on the human race, you f-cking disgrace
when i’m rich and famous and have my own place
i’ll get a pigeon statue in the bathroom and sh-t on its face
payback’s a b-tch and so are you
i’ll hang you up with the lace from my shoe
stuff you with candy and whack you with bamboo
when you’re a piñata maybe something good’ll come out of you

[hook]
birds, f-ck you
you sh-t on me
i’ll sh-t back on you
birds
you all can go to h-ll
f-ck you pigeons!

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