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werd - cunt around lyrics

[werd]
yeah why you writing that sh-te? (put it down c-nt)
drop the pen don’t write (put it down c-nt)
why you holding the mic? (put it down c-nt)
just put it down son just put it down c-nt [x2]

scottish rap i like could count on one hand
i’m so fed up you count on one man
well d-mn canny kick it i can-can
with your flintstones raps your all just bam bams
(bam bam) see you’re a f-cking cartoon
take my car in the town and run you c-nts down
like (crash) see we roll in platoons
we are crack on a track pure smack on the spoon
(f-cking right) yeah and you c-nts really need it
even when you free (that’s right) i can read it
i don’t believe ya nah your just cheaters
aint got strips in the spot like cheetahs
love to meet ya blood i will bleed ya
have you cut up like a nice slice of pizza
i need preach i teach like a preacher
when i put it down get a kick in the ceesta’

[werd]
yeah why you writing that sh-te? (put it down c-nt)
drop the pen don’t write (put it down c-nt)
why you holding the mic? (put it down c-nt)
just put it down son just put it down c-nt [x2]

[wardie burns]
i took time at the table to add you up
now you’re minus a leg so i stand you up
see i divide emcees (over six postcodes)
leave your woman in the mail (over six crossroads)
put it down to death man i’m sounding fresh
i want a pound of your flesh f-ck house arrest
c-nt i will note your name if we spoke the same
poke your brain a’l snap like a broke your chain
put it down c-nt nah don’t smoke the cain
but people know wardie the blokes insane
i got mechanical arms i got mechanical legs
i never bit the f-cking dust i bit the apple instead
see i spit the truth no a prolonged dancer
flash in the pan c-nt your stone cold pasta
so so-long b-st-rds your no going faster
i’m a nasty -rs- hole i’m colon cancer

[werd]
yeah why you writing that sh-te? (put it down c-nt)
drop the pen don’t write (put it down c-nt)
why you holding the mic? (put it down c-nt)
just put it down son just put it down c-nt [x2]

[werd]
verse two not me verses you
i hang you out to dry like i’m meant to do
c-nts hang on my lines yeah i bet they do
so i had to take them down like a peg or two
(ow oh) how’d you like them apples?
werd is banana’s you don’t want the h-ssle
to beef like cattle it goes unheard
but if you want to get a licking then you know that’s it’s werd
i’m an ace when i serve get a plate when i serve
i will take you out mate like a date like when i serve
f-cking great when it’s werd
but you hating on werd?
well come see me nerds on the street like a curb
so fly (yeah) go b-tton your lip
i’m that buck-fast f-ck rap shake it to bits
put the f-cking smack down like your shaking and sh-t
f-ck your mic c-nt (what) you are taking the mic’

[werd]
yeah why you writing that sh-te? (put it down c-nt)
drop the pen don’t write (put it down c-nt)
why you holding the mic? (put it down c-nt)
just put it down son just put it down c-nt [x2]

- werd lyrics

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