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tricky mac & benny t - legends of the sesh lyrics

[verse 1: benny t]
well guess what c+nt, i’ve probably f+cked your mum
but i don’t know for sure, coz i f+ck so many mums
don’t believe me? believe this
if a b+tch doesn’t like benny t then she doesn’t like big p+n+s
coz i may look like a jockey but i’ve got a f+cking horse d+ck
3104 b+tch reppin’ north balwyn
still callin’ out big fat chicks are what i’m all about
so see me on the 903 at the far back seat
five sh+t tatts and bad acne that’s me
i look 12 but i’m almost 23
benny t since my mother’s pregnancy until i rest in peace
i’ll be rippin’ cones and eating moot
a 50 bag of k burning a hole in my left foot
coz i’m in the city with a cop getting questioned
“benjamin, where were you on january 2nd?”
sorry c+nt, i’m not speakin’
i was actually with tricky mac over the weekend tweakin’
off a whole heap of molly meldrums
“how’d ya take ’em?” we shelved ’em
ya little c+nt, f+cken ya b+tch
i’m often just either choppin’ up or chucking pills in my oesophagus
c+nt, because i’m goog life living
if you can’t stand the heat then get the f+ck up out the kitchen
coz i’m cooking it up getting munted
smoked so much weed when i was younger that my growth got stunted
and my mind, i’ve lost it
turn that sh+t up the motherf+ckers in the front want it (yeah)
and that’s just the way it is
kickin’ back with the lads a few nangs and some k sniff
and some bevs (you can’t forget the bevs)
yes benny t i’m just a motherf+cking legend of the sesh
[verse 2: c thizzle]
f+cking benny t reppin’ that sh+t
coming straight out of 3129
’bout to hit this sh+t one take
you’re welcome, know what i’m saying?
yeah c+nt, it’s mc thizzle
play the cl+t like a fiddle
with a snag so thick like a bunnings sausage sizzle
see me coming out the dunnies with my sunnies and the sniffles (aww f+ck that burns)
i drink a lot of p+ss and i f+ck a lot of sl+ts
i f+ck ’em on the train and i f+ck ’em on the bus
i don’t afilly with pilly w+lly
the amount of b+tches that i’ve boned is basically a milli (that’s heaps!)
coz i’m naughty on the beats and a freak in the sheets
ask your mum she’s the one that’s been beggin’ for my deets
now she’s fondling my meat, swallowing my skeet
screaming c thizzle while i’m gobbling on the t++t
i’m a love machine, i’m a p+ssy fiend
my d+ck’s so mean, so fresh, so clean
with that ice cream gleam, busting at the seams
so come on baby mumma let me fl!ck your bean (come on please let me fl!ck it!)
first i win it, then i fit it, start to hit it for a minute
then i f+cking quit it (i’m outta here)
my rocket shuttle will leave you in a puddle
but honey better know that i’m always down to cuddle
coz you gotta understand it, i’m below you’re average standard
if she’s a fan of it i’m landing it, i call it (i call it)
if she’s a tall b+tch it’s a deep throat my b+lls sitch
(but what if she’s fat?) boy it’s just another stat
she’ll be on all fours wearing my b+lls for a hat
and you know if she’s skinny, i’m pulling out my dingalingy
not afraid to pump and dump when all these hoes be getting clingy
coz these b+tches tryna’ (what they tryna’ do?)
b+tches tryna’ hitch this, tryna’ steal my riches
but the money is at mitch’s so i’ma break your heart and ditch this
you’ll be sean mendes, i’ll be needing stitches
when my little fella itches
sh+t, it’s what i do best
smoking heaps of cones, having heaps of s+x
i’m always on the p+ss and i’m always on the ket
always getting cooked coz i’m a legend of the sesh
[verse 3: tricky mac]
oi c+nt, i’ve got your sister’s squirt on my shirt
coz i finger f+cked that ganga even though it made my wrist hurt
coz i’m a guy with rsi
yeah i’m the t+r+i+c+k+y
we’ve got the phat beats that make you go ooft!
your boy captain choof and i’ll catch you at the doof
i blow cones into the o+zone
rack a fat line of k off my home phone
did you know that me and benny t were always destined to be
two dirty little cookers inhaling ketamine
like the air we breathe, yeah pardon me
i’ll have to use my left nostril the right one’s full of md
this is a cd about getting seedy
in the fridge grab a cc or a vb
we be, weedy, speedy, ketamine greedy, betadine sleepy, yes i am needy
for a big fat billy
growing up i always wanted to be like gilly
but i was sh+t at cricket, couldn’t bat or bowl
but now i f+cking kick it, have a bat and a bowl
wake and bake? how ’bout w+nk and dank?
yeah back to your sister, that b+tch is a sk+nk
i’d say her f+cking name but my mind’s gone blank
but she knew how to give my spanner a crank
and all you horses, going neigh neigh neigh
because tricky mac is hogging all the k+k+no wait
i don’t want any motherf+ckers dead except that metdog who fined me 75 bucks on the spot (ya c+nt)
we keep the crowd jumping like a kangaroo
it’s tricky f+cking mac check the nangs i do
i steal hoes in my steel toes
and i hate dud caps coz i can’t feel those
the thought of me smoking a quarter with your daughter
must leave you shaking your fist like “why i oughta!”
but you will never catch me in the motherf+cking flesh
you know why? coz i’m a legend of the sesh

- tricky mac benny t lyrics

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