Damnednation
Big thanks to jimmy dyna
[Verse 1: Monster Under The Bed]
Yo, listen, shit
Morbid, thoughtless
Awkward and high
Drunk off my face
Putting ale in the water supply
The lord of the flies
Up in your house in an assortment of wives
And then blow it up on the 4th of july
I sit at home and smoke cause I’m bored of my life
I now think actual cats and dogs fall from my skies
I’m going schizophrenic but ignoring the signs
I had a few more bars for this verse but I snorted the lines
Insomniac, I spend all of my nights
Afraid of the dark, on my bed trynna talk to the lights
I bought a gun and asked Mr. Wrong for the time
Then proceed to sticking up a windowsill for a pie
If you think you ill then you die, simply
And if you eat this pill then you’ll fly high with me
I need my baggie to give me my buds back
And rizzla stop stealing the spliff from my skunk stash, please
I hate spitting but really I love rap
It’s my sole excuse to live as a scruffbag
Give me a ‘fuck that’ -Fuck that!
Walking on the London Underground drunk like “Does my bomb look big in this rucksack?”
[Verse 2: Lee Scott]
Hey, yo
Mr. Wrong
The guy you wish you never saw
The devil’s spawn playing knock and run on heaven’s door
Someone told me I should sin some more
So F the law
And I hope you die, a fun filled death of course
A reformed character with no regrets at all
So when I tell you you’re wack
It’s for the better cause
An amazing man, I’ll make it stand without any flaws
This here verse was written pissed off in hell on tour
I keep unsettled scores
Yes, I’m raw but I’m humble
I tell the crowd to shut the fuck up when I get applause
On December 24th you can find me with the Grinch
Bringing Christmas in, singing jingle bells of war
A mutant sex offender
Making X-men porn
Getting head from Storm
In Professor X’s dorm
Watching snuff films
Starring She-Ra and Skeletor
Knocked out Prince charming’s teeth charged and wrecked the ball
That pumpkin becomes a rented ford
Then I run a train on Snow White
In the backseat with the seven dwarves
-dreams of fucking a cartoon bitch-
Smoke so much cess I’m forever warped
I’ll be living ill, rest assured
But fuck Benidorm’s best resorts
The Blah familia holiday in a mental ward
Green hill, death over the lowest tetris score
I’m raw
I’ve got a heart and lungs in my chest of drawers
[Verse 3: Bill Shakes]
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[Verse 4: Barebase]
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Welcome to the place where people get swallowed whole
Where the phantom of the opera prays on the sweat dripping off your hair follicles
Sleight banana peel slip up
Worst nightmare
Make you swallow shrapnel like the turnstile fair
Yellow bellied emcees don’t live to tell the tale
Only have themselves to blame
They wanna turn out like yesterday’s news
I’m fire, exercising the best escape route
That’s why I’m digging manwholes to put them in
They on some fill in the blanks flow missing something
Couldn’t find flow using Y shaped sticks
No evidence of liquid rushing
More unoriginal than tramps with a sign saying “Gimme money”
You silly sausage, I admire your persistence
No lightbulbs above your head
Past sell by date on some dusty shelf
The luck emotion leaves your feeling ???
The knock up on your head will leave you seeing stars…..
Seeing stars….. seeing stars..
[Verse 5: TL]
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[Verse 6: Flash 4dem]
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[Verse 7: Dilner The Lost Kid]
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[Verse 8: Karlos]
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[Verse 1: Monster Under The Bed]
Yo, listen, shit
Morbid, thoughtless
Awkward and high
Drunk off my face
Putting ale in the water supply
The lord of the flies
Up in your house in an assortment of wives
And then blow it up on the 4th of july
I sit at home and smoke cause I’m bored of my life
I now think actual cats and dogs fall from my skies
I’m going schizophrenic but ignoring the signs
I had a few more bars for this verse but I snorted the lines
Insomniac, I spend all of my nights
Afraid of the dark, on my bed trynna talk to the lights
I bought a gun and asked Mr. Wrong for the time
Then proceed to sticking up a windowsill for a pie
If you think you ill then you die, simply
And if you eat this pill then you’ll fly high with me
I need my baggie to give me my buds back
And rizzla stop stealing the spliff from my skunk stash, please
I hate spitting but really I love rap
It’s my sole excuse to live as a scruffbag
Give me a ‘fuck that’ -Fuck that!
Walking on the London Underground drunk like “Does my bomb look big in this rucksack?”
[Verse 2: Lee Scott]
Hey, yo
Mr. Wrong
The guy you wish you never saw
The devil’s spawn playing knock and run on heaven’s door
Someone told me I should sin some more
So F the law
And I hope you die, a fun filled death of course
A reformed character with no regrets at all
So when I tell you you’re wack
It’s for the better cause
An amazing man, I’ll make it stand without any flaws
This here verse was written pissed off in hell on tour
I keep unsettled scores
Yes, I’m raw but I’m humble
I tell the crowd to shut the fuck up when I get applause
On December 24th you can find me with the Grinch
Bringing Christmas in, singing jingle bells of war
A mutant sex offender
Making X-men porn
Getting head from Storm
In Professor X’s dorm
Watching snuff films
Starring She-Ra and Skeletor
Knocked out Prince charming’s teeth charged and wrecked the ball
That pumpkin becomes a rented ford
Then I run a train on Snow White
In the backseat with the seven dwarves
-dreams of fucking a cartoon bitch-
Smoke so much cess I’m forever warped
I’ll be living ill, rest assured
But fuck Benidorm’s best resorts
The Blah familia holiday in a mental ward
Green hill, death over the lowest tetris score
I’m raw
I’ve got a heart and lungs in my chest of drawers
[Verse 3: Bill Shakes]
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[Verse 4: Barebase]
???
Welcome to the place where people get swallowed whole
Where the phantom of the opera prays on the sweat dripping off your hair follicles
Sleight banana peel slip up
Worst nightmare
Make you swallow shrapnel like the turnstile fair
Yellow bellied emcees don’t live to tell the tale
Only have themselves to blame
They wanna turn out like yesterday’s news
I’m fire, exercising the best escape route
That’s why I’m digging manwholes to put them in
They on some fill in the blanks flow missing something
Couldn’t find flow using Y shaped sticks
No evidence of liquid rushing
More unoriginal than tramps with a sign saying “Gimme money”
You silly sausage, I admire your persistence
No lightbulbs above your head
Past sell by date on some dusty shelf
The luck emotion leaves your feeling ???
The knock up on your head will leave you seeing stars…..
Seeing stars….. seeing stars..
[Verse 5: TL]
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[Verse 6: Flash 4dem]
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[Verse 7: Dilner The Lost Kid]
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[Verse 8: Karlos]
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