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letra de maccas run - wombat

[intro]
let’s go
yeah i’m hungry as f-ck bro
f-ck bro, same here man
oi i got this f-ckin’ beat man, sus this, yeah?
yeah, yeah
oh f-ckin-aye, this is f-ckin’ mad bro
but yeah, this is sick, this is sick
yeah yeah just spit the same rhyme scheme the whole time
spit some bars, yeah?
[verse 1]
yeah
i’m coming up on the bassline, run it up and i spray like
something i’d rather-f-ck it, i’m done with punches, just say lines
yeah, dumb as f-ck, i was yay high
puffing bud till my brain fried, doesn’t puncture today guys
wait, i think nothing does, i’m okay right?
sl-sl-slurring words when i say lines
cut the tiеs with a fake slice, snakes sliding away right
yеah, i’m such a f-cking disgrace
so i’ll run amok in the daytime, buckled up from the waistline
got a couple of numbers and f-cked their mothers on facetime
i’m only joking, that’s f-cked, didn’t come to waste time
take hold and listen to what i actually say, i could change minds
if i make a f-cking mistake – replace line
write a new til it’s crazy and basically rearrange eight times
until i feel like i’m that crazy insane type
yeah nah that’s all i’ve got bro

[verse 2]
ah, the great times, ah, i need a pay rise
only god can judge me so why you judge us and take sides?
i suffer from stage fright, staying up late nights away from daylight
insane right? what a way to embrace life
yeah, sick of motherf-ckers and fake lies
yeah, sick of scummy c-nts of a late night
yeah, sick of f-cking drugs like i hate life
yeah, sick of – aye watch out for the f-cking road
rushing the place, try run up on stage while juggling steak knives
jump off and stage dive, cut up your face like f-ck it my brain’s fried
something just ain’t right
but don’t be scared, come on just say hi, i’m such a great guy
you’d better play nice, i’ll chuck you in front of a train ride
you’ll die, i’ll bring you back to life like a surgeon working a late night
then throw you in the cage while conor mcgregor and nate fight
little glass jaw rat
[verse 3]
yeah
think you’re vicious like canines, you dog c-nt
just lost ’cause i f-cked your b-tch on a date night like what c-nt
got you bitter as cinnamon when i spit in your face
i’m a great white shark swimming in the lake, stay away from the bayside

like k!ll a rapper and sh-t on his face and p-ss on his grave-sight

yeah i know but f-ck it i’ve grown hatred ever since some of my mates died
thinking i’m crazy but sane at the same time
sick and deranged mind, been picking up the pace like figured that it would take time
considering how busy we get and the days fly
when i’m still using the same rhyme ()
and the fame right, wonder what it would taste like
wonder if i could savour it, wondering if i’ll hate life
wonder if i could face it, wondering if i’ll take five
wondering it since grade six, f-ck i think i might cave in
what a wonderful great life like
what the f-ck watch out for the brake line

[outro]
brah what the f-ck, i’m full mangled c-nt
ah you’re f-cking full twisted bro
yeah just f-cked my whole sh-t up cuz f-ck
nah it’s all good bro, oi we’ll get ten toes down in the foot fax yeah?
yeah f-ck it let’s just walk bro f-ck it

- wombat

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