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letra de mexicana ft. peacemaker & oj fruiter - behjz boyz

[intro: mc marge]
yo
it’s mc marge again
2016 first recording
behjz boyz
watch out

[verse 1: mc marge]
i’m a weird motherf-cker flow slow like b-tter
isolated state of mind like an ice road trucker
i’m elusive but loud like a w-nkered gr-ss hopper
greedy c-nt, ready meal, tv dinner, tele-shopper
it’s not proper, the way that i behave
drinking all day and trying to escape
i put my hands in the fire just to feel the f-cking flame
so say what you want i know i’m f-cking deranged
and i’m becoming estranged, this isn’t a game
i feel like i’m the pilot of a crashing aeroplane
neck a pint full of cheap beer and hope for the best
sh-t my times up, peace out, god bless

[hook: flend.m.a]
this is mexicana, smoking marijuana
spiritual king of karma chronic father farmer
daddy farmer chronic, these bars i’m always on it
in the outback spittin’ bars and sippin’ gin and tonic
this is mexicana, smoking marijuana
spiritual king of karma chronic farmer father
daddy farmer chronic, these bars i’m always on it
in the outback spittin’ bars and sippin’ gin and tonic
this is mexicana, growing weed in the out back
with some bad straps, we’ll shoot you down (bang bang)
behjz boyz on this outback track with the new sound
this is mexicana, growing weed in the out back
with some bad straps, we’ll shoot you down (bang bang)
behjz boyz on this outback track with the new sound

[verse 2: oj fruiter]
i wake up in a hay bail, sweating my bean off
i must have been quite lean off the green that remains around the scene
i might have been here for quite some time, i’m late for behjz boyz and i’ve lost my rhymes
theres a growing pain, right down to my chest
from the blistering heat of the wild west
i’m sunburnt and i’ve learnt who you can’t trust, the crackhead cowboys selling drugs and smelling like the rust
i don’t remember much after that, my memories fading and i don’t have a gat
eventually i get up and walk around
shame there isn’t a road in this baron town

[verse 3: prototype]
whats the difference between the behjz boyz and them?
we’re like a sky scr-per they’re like a crack den
find out where you live and then we’ll come to your flat then
shoot you in the back with the matte black mac-10
writing with a fat pen, drawing on your cats head
kidnap your fat friend and leave them in a bag dead
driving on a black ped, drive it through your dads shed
rhyming like a crack head dead with a stabbed chest
my pars are so large cause i stole your mums bars
smashed her head with a vase and got put behind bars
i aimed for the moon but made it to the stars
for f-ck sake i forgot, i left my phone on charge

[hook: flend.m.a]

[verse 4: doomzday]
when i’m relaxed in my zone, i go into a trance
staying chill now b-tch i don’t wanna dance
get monopoly and gain some large property
gamble dollar on covern garden like a lottery
i always wanna be the dealer its my profession
its the betting gets me crazy like an obsession
when i snap back to reality to where i wanna go
just look forward to [?] where i wanna flow
[?] hitting like a prodigys, one believes two receives high on epiphanies
one day you’ll see me rise up on the throne
i’m hearing [?] fat face bullsh-t on the phone
give me crazy excuse of how it won’t work
your blindness is creating a world thats going berzerk
get down get loud get on it like sonic, laid back listen to some tunes and gin and tonic
yeah yeah, big spliffs, like mary jane..

[verse 5: epileptic spit (formerly spazztik)]
spazztik
i’m chilling in the outback
smoking blunts like riff raff
popping pills like tic tacs
[?] some nik-naks
[?] pick up a penguin, with a f-cking cat flap
i’ll gas when you gas back your tracks wack like a fat slap
bad luck like a black cat
terrible bars yeah you got bad raps
i ain’t taking slack i’ll bounce back
blow up like isis i’m f-cking barack
i’m back on this track [?]
i racking, lines, behind the bike shed
punks not dead

[verse 6: peacemaker]
i’ll welcome everybody to the wild wild west
it’s the behjz boyz, bunnin’ that zest
smack the b-tch, cause i’m wearing a vest
no contest, don’t you know i’m the best
f-ck your test, there’s no interest
i’ll tw-t you from a motherf-cking sniper’s nest
tear open your chest and just flaunt the rest
what didn’t you hear? that i’m the best
snakes on a plane i’ll use a bullet to the brain
and i ain’t sane so keep being vain until your shirt gets stained
your lacking in bed at least thats what she said
my bars’ll leave you dead while your girl gives head
she wants what i’ve got my penny fits the slot
ha ha ha, you want me to stop?
so now you women quiver can you feel the shiver
as my 9 mil rips through your god d-mn liver
i see you whither as i pull the trigger

[hook: flend.m.a]

- behjz boyz

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