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bourbonadon ting - parmitage shanks aka p skrilla lyrics

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and it cannot be defeated, parmitage shanks and i will not be defeated

were goin live so watch the expletive,,yo

you won’t catch me onna block with a shoota

im just tryna find the code to tha router..

i’ll shoot ya, not whit lead but whit pewter

its true breh, a luger, from f*ckin… napoleonic times

the master of the rhymes, thats me, i see, i see? u know im stompin on ur feeet one time

i chuck slime and fork tines as i reticulate the spines it doesnt matter cause i am a science based rapper

it goes 3.14159265359.. f*ck the rest!

i passed the test it was a peice of piiiss

quesitons so easy f*ckin answer with a tick

my f*ckin asophogus abolishes mastermind criminal thourity yo

the master of the flow? it seems, its f*ckin skeen
the master of izine, the temple of the godesss of water

these bars ain’t what you thought a

its lyrical, with pure words for the wise so please recheck the zip wha? hoo on ya flies

cuz when tings dont go my way, im finna make a bullet go far not astray

…..etc

i got a feature in my car called a bluetooth sync up

see a tick gyal in a bar i wanna link up

then i reach warden ends

pull up on the mans then i act like pretend friend

spend the money that i earned from the gank

the rest is in a sock cause i dont trust banks
say u got a style but the style is w*nk

they say your ships sailed but your ship has sank

terminal bars for the ear drum, trust pristene

yo its fully raa skeen

i got a, full load in my washin machine but i ain’t talkin bout clothes im talkin cash thats clean

they sent me down for a gta

but in the cell i played gba

a mans rectal hole like santas sleigh

prison crack is hard to weigh

treasures from the tunnel of brown

im always around, when the sh*t goes down

it smells like feces looks like a reeces
nut bar, more tales from my memoir

chronic in prison, no it cannot be bidden

sit and wait and postulate the rhymes that i ridden

…

listen to the crankshaft riddim

the cracks been sold and my shank is hidden (get boosted)

never start sh*t without a blade, they tried to catch me off guard with a midnight raid

40 f*ckin mans it was the p*ssy brigade

more bills that won’t get paid

said i dont want trouble yo i tried to dissuade

then i pointed to the graves that i laid

but they were pr*cks yo they couldn’t be swayed

swapped the shank for a f*ckin upgrade

a chetty*man wozza

shoulda listened to my offer

an i dont care where ya fromma

you’ll get no help from ya momma

k!ll you im gonna

slice you up like shwetty donner

call me the one shot bomma

ya sh*ts g*y like an oxford comma

(comma comma comma)

neva kept my head down

you gotta shank to survive

trade a pack of revels for a five alive

it dont matter what car ya f*ckin drive

an m3 or a f*ckin m5

when ya look like ya name is clive

when your just a drone in a f*ckin bee hive

(ive been sent down)

back in the days before g star jeans

the only batty was the batty in ya dreams

these bars ain’t what it seems

pure mental cosmic beams

dont give a f*ck about football teams

or custard creams, probably donno what it means

when a man pars you off when a man pars you off

with the ultimate extremes

when im on a bourbonadon ting

on a bourbonadon ting

when im on a bourbonadon ting

when im on when im on when im on a bourbonadon ting

a bourbonadon ting

when im on a bourbon ting

sh*ts about to blow up like gustavo fring

this glock that i will bring

it won’t c*ck cuz i lost the f*ckin spring

ping, sounds like a silenced shotty

ping, sounds like a kellogs kamikaze

ring, this slag wants to give me botty

bring, no condom but i brought some coffee

when i say coffee i dont mean coffee

i mean bear sh*ggin till my d*ck gets floppy

like a disc that ya should not copy

sh*ts doper than an opium poppy

try to stop me? it won’t happen

open your back door see bullets be clappin

by me

p skrilla

the maximum badboy hacksaw k!lla

yo, lets get to the cheese

you were stackin bear p’s you were stackin bear p’s

trustmedon, on the level

i want a toastie but ya haven’t got a brevvile

playin fifa street an you select gary neville

f*ck the bass and mutilate the treble

shoulda made a pact with the devil

…im just a renegade next*gen rebel

on a one par basis your sh*t

….do ya self a f*ckin favour and dont get hit

your sh*t your sh*t your sh*t

come within merking range bro and you will get lit

sh*ts doper than a bour bon biscuit

re*check the flows cause ya might have just missed itt

sh*ts doper than a bour*bon biscuit

re*check the flows cause ya might have just missed itt

my flows pillage, they divide and conquer

f*ck ya whole brain like a hydro squonker

an its tougher than a conker

if im delboy then you are just a plonker

not a toy like tonka

health and safety like w*lly wonka

a shank a day keeps the mans at bay

so ill shank you up like minion fillet

wot

shut ya f*ckin mouth..,

its the hardest sh*t ya ever heard from the south

or is it the north?

yo where is west midlands again fam?

yo im just not knowin

look down below i see your girl is blowin

my d*ck

an shes fully ra tick

thats sick

out the f*ckin cabinet

find your face and i will start stabbin it…..

why must it be this way..

- parmitage shanks aka p skrilla lyrics

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