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letra de the brothers mcabre - mcabre brothers

[verse 1: monster under the bed]
body saggin’ but i’m gone in spirit
that monster inc sh-t, monster mashin’ like bobby “boris” pickett
olly did it, i live beyond the limit
the psychopathic, hyperactive on the soporific
you can eat sh-t and die
i hit the pipe till im singin’ like the crypt kicker 5
4 deep, i tag my name on your street
then chase your war chief like the baseball furies
keep a pretty girl indoors and [?]
while you be kerb-crawling for wh0res in earl’s court
burn draw, cough a dirt storm, start a germ war
treat the landscape like it’s rampage world tour
slur pearls of wisdom in the drunken clam
f-ck ben richards, i’m the cold sag running man
children of the d-mned, illegal contraband
that gunners fan, downright dirty with the upper hand

[hook]x2
and when it’s all said and done
just make sure my slice of the pie blocks the sun’s light from the sky
and when it’s all been and gone
we’ll still be the mcabre brothers, reklews, m.o and mr wrong

[verse 2: mr wrong]
i screw my face, in a comatose state
then awake with an all-consuming hate for the human race
rapidly losing pace, i slide a pride of fat cats a tuna steak
and shudder as the b-st-rds mutilate each other
illuminate the scene, film the sh-t
bootleg the footage for a baby spliff of grit that’ll stay unlit
it’s f-cked up mate, i’m p-ssed today
i huff, puff and blow a house made of bricks away
tough luck, rebuild or be still
touch gloves in a sign of respect and then fight to the death
climbing the steps to heaven, had trouble findin’ his breath and fell
still alive in the depths of h-ll on some “i know something, but i’ll never tell”
vote for the worst person on purpose and then rebel
flip the script, sinkin’ ships but his lips are zipped
i stay blitzed, hiss and shake fists
instigate sh-t, i’m paranoid like philip k. d-ck
fake bliss, real ignorance
leave a fingerprint, admit you did the sh-t and then plead your innocence
that’ll p-ss ’em off like “little piggy, what?”
fiddle taxes, spark a match and burn the lizard bankers
then make an art attack with their ashes
[hook]x2
and when it’s all said and done
just make sure my slice of the pie blocks the sun’s light from the sky
and when it’s all been and gone
we’ll still be the mcabre brothers, reklews, m.o and mr wrong

- mcabre brothers

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