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letra de bar exchange - werd

[werd]
remix remix
get on your dancing shoes
remix bar exchange

[deeko]
right do this sons of scotland
s.o.s. werd and deek

[werd]
you rappers f-ck around you take after your ma
we are a f-cker of a pair like a double d bra
best in the game on the ball like kaka
so you know i will blow like i follow allah
they pick us like a d-mn guitar
to be in the sp-ce that you’re called a star
i’ll be blunt like the skin of a cigar
like a bar tender a attend to my bars
work on bars chin up c-nt
you don’t want a f-cking scar from the chin up c-nt
get called tony
my doe fold like calzonis
in my pocket with es keys and pre-rollies
i aint no phony jabronie talking balonie homie
i clearly show ye some gory stories with your cronies
sliced like pepperoni
because for flows they owe me
jesus christ with a knife
now get holy

[deeko]
i write song packing a punch harder than tyson
spits poisonous like the venom out of a python
winking at your bird with a b-tch under my right arm
so come on come on come on over here to get done
you don’t know me you probably never will
go to clubs with a knife in my belt dressed to kill
(looking sharp)
giving me daggers f-ck you man am giving you daggers
pick one which one to enter your abdomen
you’re only half a man
this sh-t is getting embarr-ssing
punching the lights out of on transvest-tes
immaculate mind
compulsive theft a sn-tch what i find
steal your watch give it to werd
just to p-ss the time
f-cking hoodlum
about to blow up with my music like muslims
on the 26 bus going to luton (f-cking h-ll)
the al-qaeda of rap will snap then
you’ll get bombarded with tracks
like i will hi-jack your whole cipher

[werd]
aint you heard werd funny like st-tches
st-tches is witches get when i chib ye’s
get a couple teams on c-nts like gr-ss pitches
f-ck a gr-ss slash if he’s spraffin your business
my plan hit hitches
still hitting no riches
spare change play pitchy av no grew up strictly
underground sound and deek is still with me
since we made with me
f-ck that it’s history
got sound like the ministry and it’s full of misery
a have piff epiphanies so gifted in delivery
mics am addicted to so f-ck how you picture me
a leave a fool in disarray and tell them read a dictionary
a literally take liberties to c-nts with stupidity
indivisible most lyrically spit hot like high humidity
like weather that you’re felling me
i flow on solar energy
son shines so advanced i battle with telepathy

[deeko]
could kill a rapper with 8 bars
show up at the funeral
and read the eulogy just to finish him off
one of the last real rappers alive so don’t panic
while i’m hi-jacking you’re mind
prepare you for crash landing
sitting quiet when am speaking my mind
they can’t stand it
if my crew was ever part of a riot
then i planed it
don’t ever give me daggers a’l give you a f-cking sword
push it into your temple until you one with the lord
my styles in your face the kind that can be ignored
swore to never rhyme poor that’s something i can’t afford
sitting staring at the floorboards feeling board
agitated trying to make this cd player record
got a list of whack rappers who think they’ve got it locked
while am sitting backstage at their shows ticking a box
like that’s him yeah him too
he know he’s gonna get it
s.o.s. deeko and werd just so you don’t forget it

- werd

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