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1 - Intro
01:13
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[Hook]
We're are the lost cause, tosspots, deadbeat, dickheads/
Ingrate, shit stained, redneck, inbreds/
To sum it up, we're all of the above/
Ask us for a favour, we'll ask you what it's worth/
x2
[Verse 1]
I'm a scum bag, usin' your bird as a fuckin cum rag/
Your bitch has been hit more times than a punchbag/
Finger in her fudd then we shove it up her mud flap/
Burst arse, drippin' as I'm givin' her a moustache/
If you must ask, we never wore a rubber/
Lifted up her dress n then proceeded with the plunder/
Playing purple rain we proclaimed that we loved her/
Promised to be true n then we bent her 'er n bummed her/
None of your concern, a gentleman never tells/
Guzzlin' my sperm, my genital smeggy smell/
Blue waffle Trollop on the end of my bell/
The sket fucked to high heaven, then we left her in hell/
The village bike, anybody for a ride?/
The fuckin' fat slag is seldom satisfied/
Wi' a full tube a lube, excessively applied/
N my fist in her minge coz her rectum has died/
[Hook]
We're are the lost cause, tosspots, deadbeat, dickheads/
Ingrate, shit stained, redneck, inbreds/
To sum it up, we're all of the above/
Ask us for a favour, we'll ask you what it's worth/
x2
[Verse 2]
And it's still no enough, so stop actin' pally/
Dough in my hand or I'll slow poke your granny/
"It wasn't me" Scooby Doo said to Shaggy/
While Fred was beggin' Velma for a double team wi' Daphne/
Extremely graphic skeet plastered arse cheeks/
Money shot, glory hole, bukkake tag team/
Fish flapped slags get it crammed like a sardine/
Gagged up banged her back passage expanded/
Backhanded, nad deep in this mad freak/
The damn leash snapped and she went on a stampede/
Bad G! Please pass me the Charlie/
N a little bit of Ket so we can replicate last week/
Lack of sleep, it's about time we crash landed/
Petrol jelly-legged, temazepam antiques/
Frantic antics gettin' mingin' on a drug binge/
Gantin' on the flange of your missus and her mum's minge!
[Hook]
We're are the lost cause, tosspots, deadbeat, dickheads/
Ingrate, shit stained, redneck, inbreds/
To sum it up, we're all of the above/
Ask us for a favour, we'll ask you what it's worth/
x2
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3. |
3 - Chicken Lover [skit]
00:23
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4. |
4 - Organ Grinder
03:30
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[Hook]
Your bird wants the D-Room, these tunes/
Are natural aphrodisiacs, gargle on my semen/
Beats boom, feel your double D's bounce/
Drugs off your jugular, slumped on the meat hook/
x2
[Verse 1]
Dead, zero respect for these skets/
Stay out my face when I'm speakin' my set/
When I'm peak at my best and I'm breathin' a verse/
Keepin' it fresh, we get deemed as a threat/
Always sharpenin' our craft while you sleep in your bed/
Hear maniacal laughter as we creep in your head/
Say it 3 times, we appear in the flesh/
Speakers prolapse like the keek in your kegs/
Livin' in the fast lane speedin' ahead/
Past the slow coaches, sleep when I'm dead/
Easy as jet-stream-linin' our threads/
Weave the rhyme schemes with an evil intent/
Irrelevant emcees, fuck your feeble attempts/
Gate crash wi' nae stage pass at weekly events/
Wickedest of stench, fae the nauseating scents/
You've only had one draw and you're not making sense!
[Hook]
Your bird wants the D-Room, these tunes/
Are natural aphrodisiacs, gargle on my semen/
Beats boom, feel your double D's bounce/
Drugs off your jugular, slumped on the meat hook/
x2
[Verse 2]
Never shy but were quite often bitten/
Taken with a pinch of the verbal assault victims/
We cause friction amongst the opposition/
Sort it out yourselves, there's no competition/
So launch shipment like lines off the cistern/
Lost digits, wanderin' the orbital system/
Warped cosmonauts, acid rain drop spittin'/
Morse clicking HELP, we've lost the plot thickens/
Like jaws on a mission, the trauma bond villain/
Mangle heavy metal like a head on collision/
God given, could say that we're born with it/
Always on point never falter from the rhythm/
Time permittin' metronomic clock tickin'/
Riseone on the cuts n you're all awe stricken/
Disk jock spinnin', lethal like raw chicken/
Stone cold turkey, happy fucks-giving/
[Hook]
Your bird wants the D-Room, these tunes/
Are natural aphrodisiacs, gargle on my semen/
Beats boom, feel your double D's bounce/
Drugs off your jugular, slumped on the meat hook/
x2
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5. |
5 - Jump
03:27
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[Hook]
C'mon jump, everybody up/
Grab all of your mates, make your way to the front/
x4
[Verse 1]
This is not Beyoncé, we ain't crazy in love
Nah, opposites attract so we're hatin' your guts/
See the inspiration comes fae recreational drugs/
We jot god like rhymes that were created fae dust/
It's an insatiable thirst, a craving an urge/
Stay wavy as fuck as we're tearing it up/
Never wastin' a dunt, we will scrape till it's done/
It's not just our noses our faces are numb/
Disdain and disgust, prepare for the worst/
Like sodium chloride bathing a slug/
Phosphorus flames, feel the pain as you burn/
Inhaled in your lungs as it came from above/
Like a mace gettin' swung, we will dae in your nut/
Straight, cave in your skull 'til your brains made o' mush!
Escalate flows like the rate of your pulse/
We raise the floor, you ain't elevated enough/
[Hook]
C'mon jump, everybody up/
Grab all of your mates, make your way to the front/
x4
[Verse 2]
A year to the day, better believe we're here to stay/
We've reached the stage where we don't even need the praise/
Been to places, seen some faces, been amazin'/
Deletin' you weaklings who need replacin'/
We're rearranging fuck boys that bleach yer anus/
Cease the fakeness, learn how to be creative/
Coz perseverance ultimately leads to greatness/
Cheats n wasters, there's latency in your cadence/
Needy MCs always seeking status/
Try n compete against us, defeat is waitin'/
Sleep depravement, all you fuckers need awakenin'/
Sheep who're grazin', you are the reason we dae this/
Seasons changin' so should your cerebral matrix/
Re-evaluate n gee your brain a face lift/
Yo! We leave you reachin' to repeat the playlist/
So get up off your seat, c'mon feel the bass lift/
[Hook]
C'mon jump, everybody up/
Grab all of your mates, make your way to the front/
x8
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6. |
6 - Murky
02:49
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[Verse 1]
Spanner in the work-shop-lifting the dead weight/
Five finger discount, everybody gets paid/
Bet raised, pens wage war, c'mon let's play/
I'm ten steps ahead of you cretins up in this chess game/
Check mate, retracin' your steps on your escape/
Root canal, bargin' in to set your dental record straight/
Metal brace yourself as you're headin towards your end game/
no credit left, spent at your expense mate/
Spectators speculate, could never emulate/
Genetics pre-determined, we're destined to be ahead of you/
Fell away, diluted music took you, lead astray/
We're verbally compelled n replicatin' the better days/
Senseless misdirection, you're pointless, whit the hell ye dane?/
Despiteful best intentions, attempts n efforts get left to waste/
Cell decay, your central nervous system error message failed/
Ventricle expelling pools of crimson red from severed veins/
[Hook]
We stay murky, downright dirty/
Say you don't like us? Whit's That? FUCK YE!
X4
[Verse 2]
Bringin' closure to an open mic, this didn't happen overnight/
Relentless dedication bro, we got that get up go n drive/
we don't comply or coincide wi' your approach in life/
Forever stayin' stationary, your borin' shit jus' won't suffice/
So on your bike, but know that broken spokes just won't provide/
Support in life, coz nothin's left to luck, we won't be rollin' dice/
So precise, supersonic audio wi' sonar sight/
Sat in darkness flowin' rhymes, commanded by a poltergeist/
The ghost inside, invokes a type of silent mind control device/
Cold as ice, you're froze in time, opponents get immobilised/
Hope'll die, when I spike you like a porcupine/
Your dome is fried, your wig is pickled, out your dish n soaked in brine/
Composers float aboard the rides n symbols, don't ignore the signs/
Your poems over glorified, your focus is an oversight/
Your ego's overgrown in size, expose your deep encoded lies/
Leave the set wi' no goodbyes, we ain't here to socialise/
[Hook]
We stay murky, downright dirty/
Say you don't like us? Whit's That? FUCK YE!
X4
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7. |
7 - Outro [ft. Wee Rabb]
00:29
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