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smellington piff - the base lyrics

(cracker jon)
another cretinous one
who’s forever in debt cos he spends his fund on getting drunk
on apple and rum and 7 up
then the other type of lemon crush zesty puff
could forever explain how i’m best at joining letters together
down and letting the ink spread around
it’s dark comedy when your beheading a clown
pretending the pen is a weapon i found
under the ledge of a hedge on the ground
whilst sitting down figuring out what this life is about
i’m quick to bring diction out
like my tongue slips from my mouth
running in the house
slippers without
so when i slid down only i could be blamed for incidents that where committed around
so if your wrong take it on the chin and stop copying

(jack jetson)
f-ck critically acclaimed
i’m clinically insane
mine field
picking at the lyrics in my brain
you want to go against me man
your p-ssing in the rain
just a drop in the ocean
i’m a spinning hurricane
quickly twisting up your frame
hard hitting like a needle filling up your vein
after sniffing tonnes of cain
i’m ripping up the game like a ticket for the train
when i say i’m tripping out i don’t mean sitting on a plane
going to india or spain
i mean i’m out my face
i’ll travel on a f-cking submarine to outer sp-ce
and i’ll be cleaning out your place
jacking everything you own
cracking every single dome
till it shatters into splintered bone
i’m rinsing homes for the fridge and phone
skimming stones
across the river jack strange son
john the ripper
opposite of all this poppy sh-t
a proper spitter
dropping litter
it’s a wrap like a donner pitta

(eric the red)
can’t get me to do sh-t if i’m high at home
i’m likely to flip out if i’m not feeling stoned
me and piff are sick of mcs with monotone
accents when you talk like a 600 chrome
i’ll punch you out
cos my temperament is rocky
repeat myself again just like a carbon copy
it seems dodgy like a knock off swatch
but i’m spectator i’m a chill back and watch
the madness unraveling
i’m hunched over coched
here to f-ck up sh-t like a job that’s been botched
weighing you down just like a breeze block
your pitiful attempts i sit back and mock
can’t make a move cos i’ve been black listed
the was a point there but i think i might have missed it
that’s wishful thinking blood
now i wouldn’t risk it
i’m still hungry for the food chewing on a brisket

(smellington piff)
funkadelic tripping off the psilocybin
walking through the walks as my fickle mind divides them
obstacles combusting like a stick of dynamites inside em
trying to move the water like poseidon
enough b-ss to cause an earthquake or shake an island
moving like a migrant
thumping like a migraine
sparking up a blunt as i’m tearing down the highway
nothing there in my way can really f-ck up my day
i’m living like its friday and i’m never hitting monday
swigging bombay sapphire
chucking twigs on the bonfire
f-ck anyone that wants to conspire
once you turn liar
situations turn dire
we burn kaya till our eyes run red
f-ck what the feds said
your best to just drop dead like fred did
the skinny fat f-cker on a mixed grill diet
the music’s a revolution
riot

(leaf dog)
make the p-ssy strip like catwoman in a comic
always say that they’re coming like a burnt out comet
a new addition badly spelt with a raw topic
seeing more leaves than a scenery that’s all tropic
get your tales ringed like sonic
it’s possible and take advice from a stoned out oracle
think logical and act like my brains missing
ghost writtens will appear like an apparition
said to run the tracks like an athletes position
expose secrets after the mission
zuggy bag going missing
my whole teams spitting
bring it back to life like the dead’s risen
tripping like i’m walking on live wires
reminiscing every time i smell burnt tyres
they ain’t around like old pot suppliers
and ain’t convincing like forgetful liars

(bva)
r.l dedicated
f-ck rap just defecated
always premeditated
thoughts that levitated
i never hesitated
rap cos why not
freestyle like a right c-ck
f-ck 10 bags i buy crops
relaxed sat with a fat one stroking the cat
vocals attack like a crazy ex waving a bat
laziest tw-t that spends his time grazing the mat
f-ck the track and now i’m dating her and making her fat
call me what you want
you can bet i ain’t listening
spitting raps since this buckies christening
missioning for weed like we’re digging for diamonds that are glistening
rather be underrated than a puppet with a fist in him
my posse make your favourite rapper need the potty
flip the topic like a girl that wants it in botty
pastey skin from the years worshipping the shotty
mary jane the only lady that has got me

- smellington piff lyrics

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