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letra de f64 - elro

i wanna be a black man d-mn
got an egg, spoon and sack, now i’m mixed raced fam
i wanna be a b-b-m and by a b-b-m, i mean a big black man
if barbie queued in a barbecue, for a mixed grill meat and barbecue
then barbies queued for the garbage who…
wrote that it was hardly you!
and if she sells sea sh-lls on the sea sh0r-
then the sh-lls she sells are redundant right
‘cos the sh-lls are abundant right
like s-x with a nun’s c-nt aiiightt

question whether i wanna bed a nun?
question whether i’ll even have any fun?
question whether i’ve ever had any better than a sket head
that smells like cheddar in a bun

my mates are like moss all over the rocks
f-g packets and bottles riddle my com-post
tossed-off by a fit chick for a cheap cost
few beers and biffs make a lad lost
sheer birds are a burden
too many in a group so i heard ’em
(hear that)
come back with a bottle of jack
and drink fast
p-ss time layin’ in the gr-ss

my mind is underground, mind
it came from under the ground, mined
i don’t mind if you mind, or mind if i mind, because:
two minds are better than one, i’ve got better than puns
i’m an irregular c-nt
whose flow is two toke, p-ss, your go!
who knows where we go next?

i do!
lets go
since sb, elro’s elbow deep in the gash
don’t use toilet paper, just use rizla and cash
i’m lyin’ all i got was a rash from a
cheap chick that i met, and i bet that
whether we ever met on the met-office
the weather was wet, and now i wanna get-off-this and

do something random like…
hold an ostrich hostage!
in a mosque with bondage
then breed an artist like rick ross with the ostrich
rick rostrich!
going off on a tangent
like winton or hensen
they’re tanned gents

for lent i might ban lent or ban
scott mills
new tangent:
man called lee went bankrupt and got aids
now he’s a poorly poor-lee
fat chicks adore me
‘cos i’m a dormi dormi
regular shirt
i’m impeccable but they wanna
keep peckin’ at my nuts
so i put my nuts in huts and hide ’em
i’m stood behind ’em with a pork rice and cake
enticin’ them with a steak rice, and big slice of bison, baked

immigrants, paedos, jobless mixed on the east-wing of a plane
that face north with the egg and them baked is a right wing cake

a means one, then b means two
then d plus b is f
if h means 8, then 8 means h
then 8 by h is sixty four more

the bars are fresh, i wanna par the best
i’m gonna send for the backstreet boys and jls

sixty eight and i might keep gloatin’
sixty nine and my chick’s deep throatin’
seven’y bars and my chick’s gone back to the car for the handjob;
quick lotion

- elro

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