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tipple gang - some birthday rap lyrics

[intro: serdar the creator]
hey! hey! wh-ssuuuuuup
let’s go!
aaaaaay! shake that -ss b-tch!
we got cool motherf-ckers in here
serdar the creator’s on mic
ay, ludakeegs give them sh-te, ayy
teminem in the house, b-tch!
yeeah
lil ginem on vocals
old school flow
method manss
gucci chmane
ol davie b-st-rd
here to blow your brains out
lukak shakur, another one
we the best!
aachen gang!
i want lower taxes
dr drege, turn that sh-t up
spit some fire

[verse 1: dr drege]
happy birthday to my boys down under
i’m writing this before i go to slumber
seven hours of sleep is very important
if you wanna have a productive work day, yeah
but i feel like i’m going off topic
it’s getting late it’s getting hard to think
but i love you guys
all i’m gonna say is this
since this is rap
i feel like the need to curse now

[chorus: dr drege & lil ginem]
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah

[verse 2: ol davie b-st-rd]
somebody you can’t copy, our anthony jake stahl
the aussie with the posse, the most ginger of them all
ain’t no disc he can’t jockey, no discourse he can’t enthrall
a machine built for coffee; a force with the fußball
up next in the arena, it’s tony paterson
fresh out of polynesia he won’t ever be outdone
we’ve got the king of pizza, bonafide number one
i’d get retrograde amnesia jus’so filth could be re-run

[verse 3: lukak shakur]
aj is a sick c-nt from the land down under
pink hoodie, red beard, it makes you wonder
when you see him, to go near him
if he the guy to love or hate
but all changes when he says
gday mate
aj the crocodile hunter, he be hunting4luv
check his insta story, he is having fun
down under with his martinis from the yonder
with espresso shots they were sent from up above

speaking of things that are delicious
tony only makes the best dishes
his pizza dough recipe is a riddle
all i know is it makes my mouth dribble
tony the one man radio shack
no electronics he won’t take a crack at
play station router or a coffee machine
one time he even fixed my d-mn violin

happy birthday anthony one and two
hope this song gives you boys a clue
that we love you guys believe this is true
our lives would be emptier without you

[chorus: dr drege & lil ginem]
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah

[verse 4: gucci chmane]
all the frens come, cus we gotta make a sweet wish
and if we flex some more it’ll be dope n lavish
so let our mighty words express the celebration
of two fine -ss broskis, praise their creation
no, we don’t ask for alterations man (my man)
fun education gave you differential equations,(mad)
but what you gave us is far more special, no fuss
unleashed the social sk!lls (skrrt) that dreamt within us
for the shared moments we thank you
*everyone*|prrrr skrrt well said crew!

[verse 5: method manss]
now let me first say we miss you both like h-ll
so we’re hoping this rap is gona reach you well
lyrically unstoppable it d-mn sure ‘ain’t
we gonna rap today with zero restraint

first let me talk ‘bout my ‘strialian bae
also known as the notorious aussie aj
farts out loud but always proud
without a doubt the only ginger innaa crowd
hope the land down under’s treating you well
with a bbq ‘n stubbies even surfing some swell
hope kiira’s keeping you straight and true
you’re both missed in a-town ‘n you know it’s true

to my black brother tony straight outta africa
tech gifted and cooking some tasty af pasta
hope the evo is skkkkkrrrrrrting well
smashing out laps with natalia screaming nooo
you may be chilling out relaxing by the pool
but we be waiting for you to come back to school
better get nice and warm in new zealand bro
cus out here there’s bare cold–ss snow
so here we are wishing you a dope birthday
got the whole of tipple here saying hey

[chorus: dr drege & lil ginem]
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah

[verse 6: ludakeegs]
never thought i’d be a rapper, never thought it could be true
now i’m rapping bout the aussie and the bl–dy kiwi too
why we rapping, is it true? ajs birthday? tony’s too?
guess we better start this with a happy birthday to you
all the best, have fun, party til the day is done
celebrate like happy hour at sowiso’s just begun!
vodka tony, one and only, downing dirty shots of rum
and we love to drink with aj cause he skulls it down in one! [chug, b-tch]

[yeah], i hope you didn’t think that’s it
cause it wouldn’t be a birthday if we didn’t talk some sh-t
how bout aj, what a guy, tall and easy on the eye
but stay off the magic mushies if you still wanna get high
wanna drink? he your man. smashing fosters out the can
but i know a funny story where that didn’t go to plan
we were out, in the city, you and aussie dave were with me
then you got so f-cking drunk you gapped it home and left him with me bro!
don’t worry bout it man it happens
let’s just cherish all the memories and all this bullsh-t rapping yeah

and tony mate, how’s it going?
i hope you’re buckled up because you’re getting this samoan
sh-tty rap, that’s a fact, like a cl-ssic cadillac
if you had the chance to tune it, god i’d have a heart attack!
when you party it’s the best, never know what’s coming next
and that vodka f-cking tony is a mother f-cking pest
i remember this one night, almost got into a fight
because you went up to a bunch of girls and said they all look like
sh-t!
despite all that i’m glad i met you, i’ll admit
‘cause my life wouldn’t be half as fun without your black -ss in it
love you bro, aj you too brotha, chur

[chorus: dr drege & lil ginem]
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah

[verse 7: teminem]
this song’s dedicated
for tony and aj
for both of their birthdays
sending them maymays
better than texts
what connects
feels in your chest
full of zest
sides with finesse
on the quest
to relieve you from stress
sending memes across the globe
rub your mental pole
warming up your soul, yuh
it’s just the way i show affection
read between the textures
underneath the caption
watching during lectures
uuuh
our filthiest selection gone s-xual

talking about extremely s-xy beings
tony’s in here, new zealand represent
mysterious man became our dearest friend
talent is pouring and dripping from his hands
on close terms with any instrument
nothing technical he would not understand
mind’s sharp, he’ll fix you anything
broken dishwashers or raspberry pies
whisky and c0ke or talking ais
breakup advice with karen
weak taste in metal genre
sweet as carbonara! [mom’s spaghetti]
gotta end on a high note
bacon’s best role
swallow the whole bowl
of tony’s spaghett. that’s it. ah, wait
don’t make us wait for too long
tipple aches, yearns for your soul
been putting notches on dom’s walls
for every day while you’re away
season five just seems too plain
come back to us, we miss you, mang

[chorus: dr drege & lil ginem]
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah

[verse 8: teminem]
yo aj! draw your two names
with a spray can on the stone plates of the main square
put some white socks in the flip flops over goat’s blood
in a center of a circle
with two curls of shiny red locks
with a photo of ben swolo from the star wars
weezer, turnstile, perturbator
vinyl blasting, spells are casted
lines are crossing, candles burning
pray to dank gods, calls not answered
you still ain’t here, magic’s not real
out of thin air summoning failed
i’d be fool though, we don’t need that
cuz true friendship perseveres all
steel bound since the first round
yet i still pray for a clear way
for no hostiles to fast-travel
for no stopping with no petrol
for your coming back to aachen

in ferrari testarossa
slightly off white, slide across the
hood of the car, whip your gun out
we’ll be two cops in the eighties
from the future, or vice versa
cracking cases, russian agents
bursting doors simultaneously
living dangerously
eating drug enhanced vegetables apparently
cuz it’s 2019 a.d., neo-aachen, baby!
on one of the missions, get captured by vicious
religious militia obsessed with perdition
of so-called unrighteous, they tell me: repent
give out us your partner, and you might survive this
to which i reply: eat sh-t and die
for my last meal just euthanize me
no compromises, f-ck off with your lies
listen closely, synthesizer
riffs in the distance. it’s my loyal vixen
here to sn-tch me from the death grips. (inhale sound)
my man aj burst through the door
released me from chains, wiped out the floor
k!lled all the cultists, k!lled false messiah
all in slow motion. all g, my broski
set it on fire, don’t look at explosion
then we departed into the sunset
fixed us a barbie, scrabbed us some durries
it was a good day. end of a story

[chorus: everybody]
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah
ooooh happy f-ckin birthday, motherf-ckers
oooooh happy motherf-ckin birthday yeah

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