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letra de smash things up - lunar c

[verse 1]
i need to take a breather, these lemon cheese has gave me emphysema
but what else are we to do to p-ss the time?
stuck your hand up for that dough, you don’t have to ask me twice
you’ve already been told like a battered wife with a blackened eye
the game’s full of d-ck-riders, it’s so disgusting
get your 15 minutes, but then it’s over, young’un
your flow is something that you need to go and work on
my bars are harder than wearing cufflinks with no shirt on
i’ve had more units than a platinum album
lost track on em counting how many i’ve had in total
my cup is full and i’m already acting antisocial
but i’m ’bout to knock it back like a bad proposal
organised a flash mob just to run through the city
b-tt naked until they call the cops
is it just a warning shot? it’s like my d-ck is laying on your tongue
cause i’m just giving you a little taste of what’s to come

[hook]
broken gl-ss all over the ground
mosh pitting with the bozos in the crowd
flying headb-tts, elbows to the mouth
and if they ain’t causing trouble then we’re throwing em out
over and out, think i’m still smashed from last night
we just act like we don’t give a f-ck
you’ll get put in a bag, zipped up, casket shut
(i’ll make you wanna smash things up)

[verse 2]
is this a long life or just a really slow death?
f-ck it, i’m up early morning with the c0ke heads
doing drive-bys on the milkman on my moped
can’t see me but they hear me coming like phone s-x
you’re lying to yourself if you say my crew’s losing
b-tch, don’t be pig-headed, i’m duke nukem
been here a while, you still ain’t heard a style as fresh as mine
these other mcs can’t stand it like the test of time
stapling my foreskin to a table out of boredom
then i nail it to the floor while i’m tasering my b-lls
i’ll puke a home-made lasagna on your face while i’m performing
just so when you go away, you’ll say i catered to my audience
after the show, i sodomised a groupie
then made her call her parents and apologised profusely
i’m on a hype, i drink till i think i know jujitsu
spin on my dome and kick you like yoshimitsu

[verse 3]
i’m not tryin’a work with none of these lame artists
i don’t care if every song that you made’s charted
your label make you rock nail varnish and shaved armpits
i’m on some different sh-t, this is not for the faint-hearted
sh-t’s madder than a midget in a wheelie bin
with a fat kid sitting on the lid to keep him in
bow to your highness, lunar c’s a king
the p-ssing smoke will paralyse a p-sser-by who breathe it in
joint longer than a sloth’s arm
got that sledgehammer flow known to smash every beat i touch
long-lost family and friends wanna know me now
but tell me, where the f-ck were you back when i needed drugs?
we smash the centrepieces
these ones can’t f-ck with the team
hungry, we gun for the e
bullies with the belly and a bucket full of beats
boy, best to run as fast as you can
going in like a pig with a battering ram

- lunar c

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