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letra de smoke crack if you're wack - children of the damned

[verse 1: mr wrong]
smoke crack and lessen your health
you’ve never been felt, ’cause you’re about as original as everyone else
openly obsessed with myself
i sleep with my signed poster in bed and a shrine over my head
my favourite producer made this beat
amazingly, all my favourite rappers seem to have the same name as me
i make my p, gatecrashing suicidal anonymous
recruiting for my ‘how to hang’ training scheme
go and battle a ?slug?
you’rе so wack you couldn’t make the team if you was actually good
but who thе f-ck am i? well the answer is, i’m the sh-t
laughing at you with the mic in your mouth after i spat on it
you ain’t illiterate, but might as well be
that clever sh-t you write down sounds sh-t when you’re spittin’ it
i tell your b-tch
that i was eyeing her from afar but then i got close and wish i never did
you ain’t the man, hand-in-hand with a butch hooker
i wouldn’t even let her suck rubber
precise punches from a drunk slugger
who claims he was taken by them aliens on the front cover of funcrusher
a blunt lover, simian school bud brother
maths utensils, accidental lung puncture
rum guzzler, re-enacting ??? hunter
i are the twisted son of a good mother
[verse 2: bill shakes]
a drunk nutter, in about a sec i could down a keg
if i had to choose a way to die, i would drown in becks
f-ck housing checks
in a perfect world, i’d be paid at least a weeks wage to jump out of bed
it still ain’t enough
i want double time to get dressed and shave my gruff, pay me up
the self-confessed great lazy c-nt
joyriding a babies truck in the fast lane, doing crazy stunts
your bubble, i’m looking to burst
i’ve been f-cking your bird and i didn’t even utter a word
i’ve been sick since the age of six, perving on ariel
i don’t condone the bumping of nerd and other wack commercial material
i ain’t the first to say i’m god
this is half–rs-d, i say my best sh-t when the mic’s off
i fought with ya knife, the knife lost
the smartest guy, you’re not, using tabasco sauce for eye drops
i’m still a c-cky tw-t (yeah, you’re right, you’re d-mn right)
i’m a wanted man
f-ck a bulletproof vest, i’m rocking a suit of armour with some hockey pads and a stolen bobby hat

- children of the damned

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