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letra de aussie raps fast - adam purski

verse:

everybody just stand up then, everybody put your hands up and
everybody just stand up then, everybody put your hands upand
there are days where i can’t be bothered
but i’ll stay here no- no matter the comments
such as “who’s this? he’s a bit too b-gg-red, this kid’s a clown with a sh-t circus above him”
so i speak to the freaks, they sleep when it’s me
they dream of the sheep, that leap for the leaves
they’ll read em and weep, when i leave these peeps
and i’m seen at the top, so scream for the cops
i rape knee deep of ears that compete
i thieve the police, i breathe in the beef
these meats i eat so easily
with a fork and a knife, that’s lyrics and the beat
now, now, better share that new found cheddar
it’s now or never, be proud forever
if not, regret will come down with a storm and form with the force to florr your endeavors
if i had an american accent, to you, my raps wouldn’t be that bad, man
wouldn’t be getting so many confused comments like
“this british chump c-nt sounds too sluggish, i
can go prove that brit peeps can’t even do the things we do in the usa”
b-tch, there’s a bridge, jump off it and land on your pathetic face
just to note your f-cking dumb-ss, with your f-cking out of conscious
i’m an australian rapper, spitting from the land down under, motherf-cker
if you’re looking at me, i’m not f-cking chinese
you’re ignorant g, my bro ain’t yaoming
everybody -ssumes, no looking at proof
when they see my squinty eyes, they do with the hateful boom boom
hit em with a little bit of beneficial wickedness deliver through lyrical ripping through the gibberish
listen to the rhythm when the lyrics are spitted in to the system when i’m hitting all the synonyms
“hey man, how come you sound a little bit like eminem? this is out of, curiousity”
he’s obviously, my favourite, made me
write pages upon pages, unexpected from this half-asian, half-polish guy
who’s shy to speak, it’s different when i’m holding a mic
screaming at the top of my lungs like i saw a poltergeist
i’ve been getting requests for something like this from all the guys
so i told em, “right, imma go and write, if i fall behind, you can all just like, not expect gorgeous rhymes”
i’ll bore em like a saw or knife
when i go and fight, why not go and light, em up with a foreign lighter?
before that, i’ll pour on fine petrol and pull out that lighter to then cause a fire
make you hit the floor and roll as if you were a f-cked-up tyre
pretty much that, pretty much that
pretty much that, pretty much that
pretty much that, pretty much that
pretty much that, pretty much that

- adam purski

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