lirik lagu bourbonadon ting – parmitage shanks aka p skrilla
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..
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