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weenz - art of happiness lyrics

[verse 1 – weenz]
i was tryna save the world but then i stopped
i was tryna reach the top but then i flopped
i was tryna make hip-hop but then i rocked
i was tryna get my hole but then i got c-ck blocked
by a menstrual cycle on the blob
baby i like a little blood on my kn-b
and i eat p-ssy like corn on the cob
not a minute man, hrrr, i’m four minutes tops
baby i’m lying, maybe i’m trying to keep expectations from rising
when hope is gone all that’s left is survival
wrote this song and wiped my -rs- with a bible
if i’m a poet this is my recital
and if you don’t like it you are suicidal
you don’t need to be alone the shannon is home
to many a lost soul don’t ever grow old
show a little grat-tude at least we got the dole
it’s hot in australia, least we got the cold
least we got the rain, least we got the shame
dave’s here beating off, least he got a claim
dirt and weenz we bleed lk
let me tell you how i feel give me mdma
-you’re gunna fail kid throw it all away-
that’s ok, i’m like my dad, it’s in my dna
don’t make that mistake, take me for a flake
i’ll lay you to waste, show up at the wake
have a slice of cake
what’s the story with the sandwiches?
could i get a cup of tea or something kid, come on will ya?

[intermission]
“sittin’ on the sidelines, or on the fence, cribbin’ and moanin’ is a lost opportunity. in fact, i don’t know how people who engage in that, eh, don’t commit suicide. i don’t know how people who engage in that, eh, don’t commit suicide. suicide. suicide.”

[verse 2 – dirt]
now who’s the medic on the spot, pumpin’ oxygen in pop [?]
breathin’ life in hip-hop, before it’s heart stops
guess it’s left to me, the rest breath asthmatic
so i’m back at it, the rap addict paddy with bad habits
it’s dirty before i rapped it, catch it fast though
e’s speed hash c0ke, easy peasy cash flow
in the shadow of the city with the treaty slab stone
i was the type of dealer never need a gang, so
f-ck your favourite irish rapper, man he never made it
i’m your average irish knacker who happens to be creative
who’s rapping has been debated, as maybe what we’ve been lacking
who couldn’t give a f-ck if he’s hated or people back him
i’m stuck in this life, i’ll never be rich
i’ll have a sl-t for a wife and a truck load of kids
dole dockets, broke pockets, don’t be shocked when i spit about profits from choppin’ rocks, or hostages tied with
a plot to rob some post office with a glock. let it rip
and every glock[?] i’m witnessin’ this parkin’ lot”ll get hit
you never heard of us? oh! well i’m the dirtiest bro
the river shannon incarnate, i got that murderous flow
so, if you’re looking for the answers why i rhyme this way
f-ck it! just say some gangsters led my mind astray
i’ll stay dirty enough to steal your wife away
and get your kids sniffing lines long as sign in day
one eighty eight a week yeah baby i gots dole
and poverty won’t bother me ‘long as i’ve dutch gold
depression boost drug sales, that you must know
well if depression boosts sales, let the budget cuts grow
work is for muppets, i’ve accepted defeat
can you tell me how to get, how to get to benefit street
benefit street, benefit street
i’m going to benefit street, i’m taken all the money for nathin’
f-ck work, f-ck work, aha

- weenz lyrics

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