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FARMA G
i have been sipping on a hideous concoction that seemed to make the world and all its creatures malfunction and looking through the eyes of evil Edna on production and using any gravestone i can find to build a dungeon the sequence im compiling has me howling at the moon at 12 and sitting on a toadstool telling stories to a crew of elves the likelihood that you will ever feel the fucking same again we see him with a hunchback ringing bells with just a ball and chain its meager, listen to the daydream believer 'cause Mickey's not a monkey, he's a mouse that smokes sativa look into my inner eye and tell me not a porky pie 'cause either i'm the genesis or this is just a genocide no joke, no white sheets with the man inside i'm haunted by the things that money brings but it cannot buy so sing a lullaby for Rosemary, her baby is a devils child and when she screams her nose will bleed and this is not a TV show of hoes who have a silly dream of making loads of cash from being something i could never be i'm generating hoards of killer dolphins so that when you swim they'll smack you half to death, with a beating from their dorsal fin down in the underworld the beast is almost belly up 'cause man is natural sinister, he even made ??? bluff fucking baby ay, he's praying who can save the day my world is now a place that makes the devil wanna run away
CHORUS- CHESTER P
did you ever see a rapper with our names on his tongue even if he never did it, make him tell you what he done string him up, string him up, make him tell you what hes done string him up, string him up, make him tell you what hes done did you ever see a rapper with our names on his tongue even if he never did it, make him tell you what he done string him up, string him up, make him tell you what hes done string him up, string him up, make him tell you what hes done
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im an urban inner city man, dont get up out your pretty pram i'll slap you with a shitty hand, then feed you to a gritty clan of pitiless religious freaks, who'll chop you into little bits then pop you into jars then go and store you in the fridge for weeks each with little stickers saying 'something for the kids to eat' when times are hard then i'll steal a car and go and find your yard then burn it to the tarmac before i take the car back me i'll take another trip to go to try and find your ma and teach that bitch a lesson, how to raise a decent little guy and take her fucking junkie pins and give her artificial eyes there is no glory in a suicidal battle cry i'll slit your blubbered belly and leave you looking at your appetite i'll use your little brain to paint a fucking satelite so stay the fuck away unless you're coming here to die tonight and dont be tripping when you're walking in the streets i tread i may be vegetarian dont think i wouldnt eat your leg and grab you by your greasy hair and tie it to a stolen ped and drag you through the streets until it pulls it out your swolen head i bury all opponents dead beneath the fucking ground here so bring yourself some armour if your gonna come around here i'll send you both your girls ears i swear my fucking worlds wierd dont fucking piss me off you twatty toss i'll grab the sheep shears and kill you in your sleep counting sheep man i blacked out so hold your fucking tongue before i cut your fucking cats out
CHORUS
did you ever see a rapper with our names on his tongue even if he never did it, make him tell you what he done string him up, string him up, make him tell you what hes done string him up, string him up, make him tell you what hes done did you ever see a rapper with our names on his tongue even if he never did it, make him tell you what he done string him up, string him up, make him tell you what hes done string him up, string him up, make him tell you what hes done
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