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lirik lagu nutcase – pez

[intro: 360 & pez]
yo, yo (yes)
it’s full throttle, i pull bottles
smack your head in until you fools hobble
yeah, with the h2go, you’re way too slow
with your g-y new flow
f-ck youse, i love to win
smash your head in with a rubbish bin
check that ill sh-t, i k!ll sh-t
here we go

[verse 1: pez]
i’m a self-confessed psychopath, might attack
any cats writin’ raps till, inside, their eyes are black
despise crowds, find out we’ll fight loud
right now, not hittin’ switches but i’ll put your lights out
the type of kid to beat you to death with a pencil case
and use your blood to see what picture the stencil makes
kickin’ back, spittin’ raps, rip the tracks
so of course i’ll split your back with a f-ckin’ cricket bat
i’ll fake my death till doctors check the carc-ss
escape during the autopsy just to run starkers
through your block of apartments, full cravin’ a chick
both arms missin’ but still wavin’ my d-ck
i rap bars exactly tracks scarred
sneak in your backyard, slap your mum’s fat -rs-
for hanging clothes on the line, keep my flows in time
f-ck all of your thoughts, ’cause i’m imposing mine
let’s get this paper, dog, “a4 or a3?”
don’t give a f-ck what it is just as long as you pay me
nah, i’m just jokin’, not into flowin’ with chains
all the bling sh-t’s the reason why i’m goin’ insane
it’s expected, grab the mic and i wreck sh-t
turn the tables on my life so my nickname’s techniques
outkast won the grammy but i wanna beat the boss
big fights with stereos till i see the speaker box
and smash this sh-t till i leave it in the gutter
yo, i’ll crack your skull in with a jar of peanut b-tter
or vegemite, let us fight and i bet you might
step aside ’cause every time i just wreck the mic

[pre-chorus: 360 & pez]
da, da, da, da, da
da, da, da, da

[chorus 1: 360 & pez]
i’m a f-cking nutcase
i am, i am
just a f-cking nutcase
i’ll cut off your nose (yes)

[interlude: 360 & pez]
pez is talkin’ about wavin’ his d-ck
we’ll get your grandma and wear duct tape on her lips
to make her my b-tch
yo, f-ckin’ breakin’ her ribs and makin’ her twitch
and i’ll stick her in a grave in a ditch (yes)
we’re f-ckin’ grazin’ her skin and f-ckin’ shavin’ her chin
where’s your daughter? i’m breakin’ her in
stick her f-ckin’ face in a bin (yeah)
let the motherf-ckin’ rapin’ begin
we’re makin’ her sing (ooh)
we’re f-ckin’ namin’ her glinn (yes, yeah)
(yes, f-ckers) figure it out
while l!ckin’ her out, i’ll stick my d-ck in her mouth
and she’ll get f-ckin’ shived on her couch
we want a drunk chick, kylie minogue type with one t-t
tight p-ssy to make me c-m quick
yo, dumb b-tch (ah sh-t)

[verse 2: 360]
we like to carve women, fat chicks with lard in ’em
and make ’em anorexic and jam my shaft in ’em
my last victim copped an -rs- kicking
your heart sinkin’, plus my fart stinkin’ like bart simpson
since my last chick, i’ve been in a foul mood
only happiness, i get [?] when my bowel moves
we shout crude words [?], check mate
you’ll get raped like a cripple in a neck brace
i think i need a p-ss, so open your gob
you might as well stay down, i feel like a bog
you better stop, i’ve got the sore behind ya
with quick fingers, if you talk, i’ll blind ya
my c-ck’s known when it mauls v-g-n-s
they compare it to the great wall of china
a psycho, and if you hate it, tempt me
i’ll confess to the kidnappin’ of jaidyn leskie
and he’s sayin’ “please grab a blade and neck me”
’cause he’s sick of bein’ the ice in my favourite esky
i’m a crazy mc, if you make a threat, g
then i’ll raise my leg and break your neck and make your chest bleed
don’t hate, i’m friendly, the school dropout
i just followed the crowd, it seemed like a cool cop-out
i’d rather be f-ckin’ a sl-t groupie
m-ff bruising, my boys watch me f-ckin’ her plump booty
f-ckin’ her up, fuming, check it
and after i’m done rooting i’ll c-m in her mum crudely
so f-ck uni, it’s all right as a hobby
but you’ll see me in a trench coat, hackin’ her body
your b-tch might play 6, so kids might hate this
they’ll have f-cked thoughts of a midnight rapist
me and pez are known when we fistfight g-y kids
if you say a word, watch us flip like matrix

[chorus 2: 360 & pez]
i’m a f-cking nutcase
i’ll stab you to death
i’m inside your wardrobe
i’ll chew off your legs

- pez

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