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letra de scarnon? - tricky mac, benny t & daddy k

what the f-ck scarnon?
not a whole lot but i’ve got k, mdma and a bong, and a little bit of bud
sick coz my week’s been sh-t and i wanna go and get f-cked up
true, whatcha wanna do?
i’m easy, grab me a cc or a vb, and a beug, and chuck the footy on
oi, benny t, tell ‘em what the f-ck scarnon

well i’m still a f-ckin’ s-x pest, with the best s-x
girls blowin’ on my d-ck like a breath test
p-ssy grippin’ like a hecs debt
i make chicks do flips with 2 fingers like a tech deck
dirty little munchkin.
i can’t take a sh-t at a club without copping a blumpkin
c-nts in my ear saying, “can you believe
that every chick here wants to (f-ck benny t!)”
because i fill box with my c-ck like –
it’s a pencil and i’m filling out the naplan
the cosmos aligned for me to resurrect –
from h-ll and get back to huffing gas cans
huge p-n-s in my pants.
a couple jim beams in the palms of my hands
been f-cked up on drugs since i was 12
so now, i can barely even tell

i’m a big fat p-ssy… whisperer (psst)
so sl!ck with the wrist, and an even better listener
so tell me ‘bout your day, b-tch
now sit on my face and twist (oh sh-t!)
i’m a f-ck boy with a prime f-ck toy
and enough pixie dust to get us all fully f-cked, boys
so expect nothing less,
i’ve got the sesh on my mind and my mind on the sesh!
yes, ket in my bags, ganj in my lungs
onions on my snags, pingers in my bum
birds in the sky and the fish in the seas
they call me ‘mr. hommus’ coz i love it when a chick pees (jeez)
still biddies in the billions
k!ll for a sit on ‘throbbin’ williams’ (hung)
so brother don’t be alarmed if you crack a hard on
when i tell ya what the f-ck scarnon

what the f-ck scarnon? or, what the f-ck’s doin?
the boys are back in crown, so there’s mischief brewing
at the $, e, the $, h
while the seccy keeps an eye on me and my mates
sh-t c-nts rule everything around me (s.c.r.e.a.m)
got no money but i pop my collar still y’all
yeah bruh, you got to see
the way i smoke billies at 80 past 3
to the 1, to the 0, to the 4
tricky mac without keta’s like saw without gore
it’s nothing. it’s f-ck all c-nt
ladies hit me up, i wanna f-ck all c-nt
master of the freestyle, ian thorpe
if you give me a sniff, then i’ll take a snort
ketaphorically speaking, physiologically peakin’
i’m dropping cds from monash to deakin
yeah, that’s what the f-ck scarnon
see my sucking down darts by the carton
heart on my sleeve, pardon my st–z
all the fit gangas be departing with me
they say “ooh! tricky, can i touch your bicep?”
i know that they’re just tryna touch my ket
which is for me, the boys, the fizzellas
and you ain’t getting nothing, i can tell you are jealous

yet still, i’m such a sweet talker
swoop in and say, “h-llo”, like i’m frank walker
(where from?) from national tiles
when i enter the room, girls are flashing their smiles
coz they love how i’m so suave
yet i dress like a bogan
‘f-ck the food pyramid’, that’s still the slogan
come over here girl and tickle my scr-t-m

coz daddy k’s bought a slab and a packet fulla bud for us to start on
(yeah, mother f-cker) another fat track and that’s what the f-ck scarnon

- tricky mac benny t daddy k

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