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letra de punks is rappers - juicy karkass

[verse: juicy kark-ss]
yeah i’m makin rap but i keep it punk first
still more crust than a pizza dumpster
steve ignorant could never be as cr-ss as me
police and thieves neither wanna clash with me

i’m like ian mckaye when it comes to your lyrics
’cause that sh-ts all filler and i dont wanna hear it
i’m a small man with a big mouth full of obscenities
cause i’m ill in the head i’ll knock ’em dead like kennedys

i don’t even know what the f-ck i’m sayin
i need more money like i was a wayans
but i’m broke as f-ck and i’m just a cracker
but i got this little song called “punks is rappers”

i get more applause than a f-cking clapper
so give it up baby, punks is rappers!

what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!

[verse: freddie nolox]
the position being taken is not to be mistaken
cause i’ll fry ya like bacon, and its your drink i’ll be takin’
i’m a [?] west, the best of the unblessed
down as f-ck from the chucks up, no this is not a test

its the real, soak ’em and get you a drag
i shed all kinds of light and don’t need a mini mag
got more stink in my sk-nk than you chumps
i ain’t a punk -ss rapper, i’m a rappin -ss punk!

so if you’re gonna hate, ‘n go run off at the mouth
don’t forget; loose lips sink ships
you’re goin down

’cause punks hold the handle and you hold the blade
we in control of our ship, we play our own f-ckin’ stage

and we don’t take no sh-t so don’t treat us like cr-ppers
and don’t forget y’all, punks is rappers

what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!

[verse: juicy kark-ss]
i’m young and haggard like richie dagger
i’m the crusty rapper with the flow-ow-ow
i spit sick sh-t, reppin’ six-six-six
on that misfits t-t like
whoa-oh-oh

oh no! i turned into a martian
i can’t even recall my name
its juicy kark-ss
i don’t fake the swag and act crunk
i ain’t a punk -ss rapper, i’m a rappin -ss punk!

i’m in the house like furniture
runnin’ wild in the streets like the circle jerks
i’m bout to light it up like a burning church
and cause more fuss than a burzum shirt

nerd alert! i’m the dungeon master
cause i’m runnin’ this game called “punks is rappers”

what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!

[verse: mich-lle machete]
when i’m not about time i try to skateboard
pennywise wouldn’t compromise with any other sport
but i beat my knees so black and blue
and i thought ben weasle was mad about a brew
but i won’t buy into your pop punk politics! (you still listen to boogooda?!)
i call myself a feminist!
but look at your face, man, you know that its true (they hate led zeppelin as much as you do)
and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
black dog really doesn’t make me groove!
f-ck you! and you! and you!
robert plants jerkin’ off in the vocal booth
yeah the true sound of liberty is what i’m after
so give it up baby, punks is rappers

what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!

[verse: crack daddy caine]
you got a headlice on your bed, a shoe lace on your head
my name is dr. crack and i’m here to dish your meds
and they call me dr. ill for those who dare to compete
from abc no rio all the way to gilman street!

and i’m gettin’ all kitten on a mouse when i pounce
for the crack city rockers & rock the 40 ounce
and i’m known to hit the new york city cops with the donuts
but i do it for the crusties ’cause the crusties always go nuts!

(yes sir, i’m ill) but i just got iller
’cause i gave made props to the dope cop k!llas
i’m like godzilla when i drop my flows
’cause the city gets wrecked from a punk rock show

grabbed my lookout! records and i spun ’em backwards
the hidden message says “punks is rappers”

what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
well guess what? punks is rappers!

[verse: juicy kark-ss]
dude, f-ck the food, i drop bombs!
you can log on to lookatthisf-ckingoogle.com
and check out my fanbase, every kids got a tat
on his godd-mn face but ain’t none of ’em spittin’ like kark-ss
my beats hit you so hard you almost fall like august

when i drop the bomb youre gonna feel the blast
and get your sh-t split like filth & blatz

if my talk is poison, open up and say “ahh”
days of destruction, and don’t forget the chaos!
you couldn’t hang if you was dangling from the rafters
thats right baby, ’cause punks is rappers

what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!
what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!

what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!
what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!
what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rappers!
what? you think were all a bunch of slackers?
f-ck that sh-t, punks is rap-pears…

- juicy karkass

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