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Bud Bunner
Guest
got cats that fight with weapons put guys in heaven
like a flight in time, flying back to nine eleven
they die in seconds, i just wanna live life like beckhams (im rich *****!)
but depression fuels aggression when my lifes in session
i call this mic oppression, blud my integestions ****ed (why?)
i been eating emcees just to please and interest my gut
that girl in the pink dress's a slut, i think its cyril (maybe)
**** it, she can suck on my nut like some kinda kinky squirrel!
im a pit bull, i hit y'all like six licks from a pistol (brap)
spit sick and spit missiles...from brixton to bristol! (Uk!)
no thats not where i live fool! think imma rap my address? (nah)
i kick back with the cess and yes i only to rap to impress
rapping in jest still you cats put slash in a test
you rats are like pests im ****ing working hard like practicing sex
slash is the best to ever spat bits of his text on tracks
like dre when he raps, ill put cats neck in they laps
or was that jay? (Erm?) perhaps, anyway lets stay on the track
the way that im dragging heads that got wrecked with an axe
repping the pack called ill upon a rival and we flow lyrics
no gimmicks, choke critics, show spirit, its no image! (Yeah!)
man im so finished ive got no minutes left to milk it
infact i prolly have cos slash is the best at guilt trips (yep!)
i steal ****, end up keeping it cos id made you feel guilty
but like heterosexual tramps im straight filthy
im incredibly sick ill turn up at your wedding at spit
about how the night before i was bedding your *****
oh you already know who said that ****? im deadin the snitch
breddas limbs in seperate bins severed head in a ditch
and i could be desperate to itch my trigger finger
but some guys aint into guncrime, let your living linger
but you aint lucky, isnt a winner, were lettin you rot
whilst we take the rep that you got till you beg to be shot
then ill feed your legs to the dogs, the hell hound
my litercys written in calligraphy specifically to leave u spellbound
you a well rounded emcee yep you got no edge on me
instead of beef you should head for peace indefintly
ill inevitably win punchlines to the chin leave you a vegtable
being beat hard till you a retard not the veg thats edible
if we ever brawl in heavy duels bring several tools
and bring your squad ive examined your dogs like vets in medicals
and found this pets on pedestals your never be able to reach
your ****ing fables are weak but soon you wont be able to speak
blows thrown to the throat'll disable your speech
you can reap all your dreams when you sow what you want
im the rose in the swamp that grows till its tonk
the type of bloke that hopes to have broke all your bonds
till tears'll leave you pussys wet like hoes in a pond
if what you spoke isnt wrong how come i wrote on this song
with wordplay wizardary to make merlin choke on his wand
im never seen like the pope with a bloke stroking his dong
or a ghost in a thong these rhymes aint a joke cos im on
suttin dope and its strong like smoking joes when there long
doper than the smoke from washed up coke and i want
you to leave me alone or i find the zone that your from
come alone zoned and explode your home with a bomb
clothes blood soaked ill stab your throat with a prong
**** a guerilla unit ill exchange blows with the kong
my rhymes start the fight like monks with a cloak and gong
if hoes grope i respond by giving her a poke if shes choong
put my bone in a blonde if shes fit like a strobe to a mong
have a foes nose broke when punches thrown to his bonce
aint playing with you kids cos thats when you know you a nonce
the way i flow with the fonts has me known as the don
****, this guys white fly and high like a swan with a bong
you show unpopularity in a punchline like mongs at a prom
i drop bombs on the songs then im gone till the next time
my vexed mind has me tearing up pussys like dicks in a sex crime
my best rhymes wreck spines in less time than a millisecond
so lets fight with text, mics, no need to kill with weapons
but you still in heaven cos im ill with efforts in lyrics
takes less than a minute to finish your whole essence of spirit
ill definitly diminish you and dead your gimmick
im throwing darts at your posters to wreck your image
cos when i rep im wicked and if you read my lyrics
id pop eyes like popeye after he ate the spinach
i test the physics of gravity with the weight that i bring
you might have a jeweller making a ring caked in the bling
but jay is the king, you can hate but you aint saying a thing
cos you sound like a crowd of gays when they sing
blades'll scrape on your chin so saying your playing to win
is kinda like meeting rik waller then saying hes thin
im fly like god gave me a wing, **** im great with raps
**** punches the ace got jabs to make your face collapse
everything you say is whack so jay will smack you standard
till you say im phat, with no ones great as slash on banners
my grammers damaging to planets language can crush your manors
whilst you fags manage to tighten more nuts than spanners
****ING FAGGOTS!
like a flight in time, flying back to nine eleven
they die in seconds, i just wanna live life like beckhams (im rich *****!)
but depression fuels aggression when my lifes in session
i call this mic oppression, blud my integestions ****ed (why?)
i been eating emcees just to please and interest my gut
that girl in the pink dress's a slut, i think its cyril (maybe)
**** it, she can suck on my nut like some kinda kinky squirrel!
im a pit bull, i hit y'all like six licks from a pistol (brap)
spit sick and spit missiles...from brixton to bristol! (Uk!)
no thats not where i live fool! think imma rap my address? (nah)
i kick back with the cess and yes i only to rap to impress
rapping in jest still you cats put slash in a test
you rats are like pests im ****ing working hard like practicing sex
slash is the best to ever spat bits of his text on tracks
like dre when he raps, ill put cats neck in they laps
or was that jay? (Erm?) perhaps, anyway lets stay on the track
the way that im dragging heads that got wrecked with an axe
repping the pack called ill upon a rival and we flow lyrics
no gimmicks, choke critics, show spirit, its no image! (Yeah!)
man im so finished ive got no minutes left to milk it
infact i prolly have cos slash is the best at guilt trips (yep!)
i steal ****, end up keeping it cos id made you feel guilty
but like heterosexual tramps im straight filthy
im incredibly sick ill turn up at your wedding at spit
about how the night before i was bedding your *****
oh you already know who said that ****? im deadin the snitch
breddas limbs in seperate bins severed head in a ditch
and i could be desperate to itch my trigger finger
but some guys aint into guncrime, let your living linger
but you aint lucky, isnt a winner, were lettin you rot
whilst we take the rep that you got till you beg to be shot
then ill feed your legs to the dogs, the hell hound
my litercys written in calligraphy specifically to leave u spellbound
you a well rounded emcee yep you got no edge on me
instead of beef you should head for peace indefintly
ill inevitably win punchlines to the chin leave you a vegtable
being beat hard till you a retard not the veg thats edible
if we ever brawl in heavy duels bring several tools
and bring your squad ive examined your dogs like vets in medicals
and found this pets on pedestals your never be able to reach
your ****ing fables are weak but soon you wont be able to speak
blows thrown to the throat'll disable your speech
you can reap all your dreams when you sow what you want
im the rose in the swamp that grows till its tonk
the type of bloke that hopes to have broke all your bonds
till tears'll leave you pussys wet like hoes in a pond
if what you spoke isnt wrong how come i wrote on this song
with wordplay wizardary to make merlin choke on his wand
im never seen like the pope with a bloke stroking his dong
or a ghost in a thong these rhymes aint a joke cos im on
suttin dope and its strong like smoking joes when there long
doper than the smoke from washed up coke and i want
you to leave me alone or i find the zone that your from
come alone zoned and explode your home with a bomb
clothes blood soaked ill stab your throat with a prong
**** a guerilla unit ill exchange blows with the kong
my rhymes start the fight like monks with a cloak and gong
if hoes grope i respond by giving her a poke if shes choong
put my bone in a blonde if shes fit like a strobe to a mong
have a foes nose broke when punches thrown to his bonce
aint playing with you kids cos thats when you know you a nonce
the way i flow with the fonts has me known as the don
****, this guys white fly and high like a swan with a bong
you show unpopularity in a punchline like mongs at a prom
i drop bombs on the songs then im gone till the next time
my vexed mind has me tearing up pussys like dicks in a sex crime
my best rhymes wreck spines in less time than a millisecond
so lets fight with text, mics, no need to kill with weapons
but you still in heaven cos im ill with efforts in lyrics
takes less than a minute to finish your whole essence of spirit
ill definitly diminish you and dead your gimmick
im throwing darts at your posters to wreck your image
cos when i rep im wicked and if you read my lyrics
id pop eyes like popeye after he ate the spinach
i test the physics of gravity with the weight that i bring
you might have a jeweller making a ring caked in the bling
but jay is the king, you can hate but you aint saying a thing
cos you sound like a crowd of gays when they sing
blades'll scrape on your chin so saying your playing to win
is kinda like meeting rik waller then saying hes thin
im fly like god gave me a wing, **** im great with raps
**** punches the ace got jabs to make your face collapse
everything you say is whack so jay will smack you standard
till you say im phat, with no ones great as slash on banners
my grammers damaging to planets language can crush your manors
whilst you fags manage to tighten more nuts than spanners
****ING FAGGOTS!