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lirik lagu bloodspill – crimzon ink

[intro: ink & skinny]
ayo, it’s ink
skinny malinkyyy
v2dheart
delinquent beats

[verse 1: crimzon ink]
i’ve got a full roll of insulating tape
and the alphabet’s in the corner
i’m instigating rape
so you say you’re going hard on the label
but i ain’t seen none of them cards on the table
i’m able, capable, stapled to the game
i’m definitely traceable
dirty stinking bars my [?] k!lls
devastation worse than the bp oil spill
this is the truth because i’m also honest
get stepping if you don’t want to see the orthodontist
that’s a promise coming from a great [?]
everybody’s on it hard, tryna make dollars
it’s bipolar on my shoulders it’s like five boulders being pushed by it’s solar
i’m always taking risks, i’m a distrolar
ever since i was a baby in my stroller
silver spoon [?] goons
my harpoon will dart through your heart and part you
i’ll release a [?] goo, it’s far true
all you prepare cause i got a list to [?] through
stop talking baloney please
and go back home your mum’s made you macaroni cheese
i don’t roll with a pack of phony gs
chatting shit about how [?]
you, man, can’t tune in the way we do
you couldn’t even f-cking tune in built in freeview
cause you are just a piece of c-m on a banister
until your mum slid down it and that is how she had ya
i bet you’re madger, i see you guys looking livid
i’m making you pick up your rhyme book and bin it
mc’s sink under, that’s very regular
i spread like a pin on blackberry messenger
(it’s skinny malinky)

[verse 2: skinny malinky]
it’s comical you’re so bad
dishonorable with no fans
like when i become a legend like the abominable snowman
leave you paralytic, you’re a commander of fates
we’re a whole f-cking team of alexander the greats
i think you need nursering times
those nursery rhymes are so f-cking whack
start rehearsing your lines
a great flood of lyrics, deploying in teens
proving that your fately wrestling, destroying your scene
it’s defined retribution, time for execution
my words are like a guillotine, your mind you’ll be losing
scottish mc’s i just keep slaughtering
can’t stop me like corrupt police profiting
no peace-offering, only teeth altering
by the time we’re done you c-nts will be [?]
i’ve got to be tripping, i’m shocked, did i read it right
cause you’re rotten at spitting, just stop, man, you’re beats are shite
it’s not my fault you have an over-functioning tongue
speak my name again, i’ll be over-puncturing lungs
sick friends that’ll grab ya, stab ya, make you disappear like abra-kadabra
you’re just like some over-rated doughnuts like krispy kreme
i keep it moving all the time like a gypsy’s tent
cover [?] the magnetic equator
you wish you could do this like an athletic spectator
i use words like a jigsaw puzzle
my production is the best and your shit’s all m-ffled
you meet a deadly fate, tryna shift these heavy weights
let me state, i’m the best in scotland, course i’m getting hate
you’ve brought in composition and the shit you’re often spitting
is forgotten in a minute, better watch the clock is ticking
stop the b-tch and drop the fix and write some real shit
i’ve got a versatile style and the real people feel this
(v2dheart)
murder us like the kiss on judas, this isn’t [?]
mc don’t give a f-ck about karma, i k!ll a buddhist
do this just to spank your -ss
’til the backs collapse
’til the day i’m in the street and the tax’ go past
rituals with the pad and pen
having time to grab a spliff, running back again
laugh at them who hate, be fake or whack
like a losing fighter’s knockout, you won’t play this back
in the car with your girl, she’s a mad freak
cause some jfk shit, brains in the back seat
pussy flaps dripping like some leaky plumbing
i got four fingers and [?]
i got sperm cell, what, leave her pussy sh-ll-shocked
cause the tip of my d-ck has flames like h-ll’s got
and if you don’t read then you won’t need
to know that that’s what happens when you smoke weed
grosses like jack and the beanstock
but no giants at the top, just the last green crop
your music’s useless, it’ll take just two hits
for you to be lying on the ground with some blue lips
pardon the pun, i’m pardoning none, i’m harder the some, and always get the gardening done
you don’t get it, don’t sweat it, son, chill
just forget it, don’t regret it, in the end some will
never weak rhymes, stick it on rewind
you will find two mc’s with unique minds
mad f-gs just keep spitting hate thinking they’re god
i come down and they’re like egyptian slaves
i bring the darkness, i’m heartless, don’t start this
your rhymes have gotten rusty like an old school [?]
these are rough necks, bouncing back like [?]
leaving b-tch mc’s, they got came on like it’s snuff sex
(ayo, ink!)

[verse 3: crimzon ink]
observation i wanna point out
metro-sexual guys are all over the joint now
girls love them and they feel way lucky
cause they get a boyfriend in the best g-y hoodie
some local guys don’t vocalize their total size i’m socialized
i’ve always lived a hopeful lie so [?] you’re vocals lie
i hear your mam making very bold statements
[?] that i’ve never touched a road pavement
waiting for a record deal to telephone through
thirsty like a junkie in a methadone room
until then i ram nonstop pages, never retreat until i’m on top wages
i’m horrified, dissatisfied, that’s when standards that i imply
engage override strike and divide me from the self-satisfied -rs-wipes unable to provide
my mouth fires fifty caliber rounds
so you don’t want to bring my shifty [?] out
knocking all these shitty amateurs down
wiped off the strip and it’s gritty challengers out
i’m blazing through like satan or [?] compressed of blow so hard
it’s better to known to serve our bones
am i re-pr-ne to flip my brains mega-blown
watch that [?], make that cheddar roll
mc’s are like plastic mannequins
i make them reach with a chat with samaritans
i think you need your f-cking tactics managing
ripping this up like a jur-ssic scavenging
i’m a do or die frantic [?], holding a pen like a gigantic javelin
give a beat a good drastic battering, spastics vanishing
you gat-wit packaging

[outro: ink & skinny]
v2dheart ain’t nothing to f-ck with
delinquent beats ain’t nothing to f-ck with
skinny and ink ain’t nothing to f-ck with
v2dheart ain’t nothing to f-ck with

- crimzon ink

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