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anti-intelligence - mr. wrong lyrics

[verse 1]
i call this sh*t here anti*intelligence rap but i’m ahead of the class
answering questions that have yet to be asked
p*ssed, every day’s a hard day
but my motto’s get rich and gamble it all on a game you can’t play
wrecked, trying to p*wn a can of stella
lazy as f*ck, out of breath when i’m just pondering a past endeavour
duck punch drunk, take chains and break frames off ray bans
big headed, brain sp*ce is wasteland
i.r, vacate the mainline
hungry as f*ck, table manners at the same stage as ape man
f*ck this sh*t with the dumb fronts
in a time of crisis i sit and think about a drink i drunk once
loved one’s search the good in me and only found i’m evil
i hit rock bottom and still look down on people
brand your album whack as i don’t agree with the colour
of the info on the inner sleeve of your cover
otherwise, i tap the glass on my monocle
then flip and pull a f*cking rabbit out of your topless skull
mr. wrong, don’t don prada
i’ve seen the world for what it is since i pickpocketed john nada
hate you all, my only aim is chong harder than i did the day before
my i*my*imaginary friend tapped my phone
with so many voices in my head, i’ve got an audience when i’m sat alone
post drunk, i trip and smoke blunts
a fallen angel who had this halo melted down into gold fronts
[bridge]
what kind of money is this? i’ve not seen it before. what use is it?
i picked it from an old man’s pocket, like you taught me

[verse 2]
yeah, your rings, your chains are mine
cards, pictures, cash
broke an angels spine when i jacked the halo with the pole that holds is still attached
now admit you’re whack, when the illest part of your album was the additional vocals on a hidden track
f*ck opinion t’is a fact
on the side, your raw crew’s probably a nickelback tribute act who sing in drag
plus, you’re only selling to infants
get your sh*t intact and preferably out of my f*cking realm of existence
unimpressed with the parting of seas, i give a hundred and ten percent with someone else’s heart on my sleeve
a lightweight tipping scales over
subhuman, chewing glass bottles and p*ssing ale sober

[bridge]
i’m much better than you
what are you talking about?
i’m gonna teach you a lesson

[verse 3]
when i get a plaque i want a silver back one
trying to start a mutiny on noah’s ark with a plastic gorilla mask on
and if you even think that i’m wrong
you’re either dumb, sniffing or you’re tripping off shrooms cause it’s mister to you
i live in a room with a view of fl!ckering lights
mouth open, swollen eyeb*lls and pictures of christ on white walls
the reason you’re at home by nightfall
i get drunk inside morgues and insite brawls
even disrespecting fans and acting depressin’
i’m the better man, beating my chest with a freshly severed hand
[outro]
ah, how dare you insult me in front of that?
that’s the, idea
oh, give me my money

- mr wrong lyrics

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