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lirik lagu mr. wrong - symphony of the damned

[verse 1 ~ lee scott]
i drain my 8th keg, wonder why i’m brain dead
and still have 12 different people in the same head
my hands are stained red after retching rhymes with dry pens
and thinking it was normal when the page bled
a sick kid, with a midget as a fake leg
over the top, using a guillotine to break bread
my room’s a stage set, from all the shows i stole
forget a peace pipe, i hit a bong which i made out of a totem pole
my dome is cold, sonny
i sold my soul to a r~t~rd for dough money
i’ve been a pig since a little kid
the only thing between my ears is the bic i tried to pick ’em with
and i’m still the sh~t, an act of g~nius
to collaborate, dial triple six and ask for jesus
a morbid freak
when i hear somebody saying pr~ck, i turn my head to see who’s calling me
i’m g’d up from the feet up
and getting nowhere, with reebok shoeboxes on each foot
i am indeed f~cked off cheap drugs
a skinny scrooge, i only eat when it’s a free lunch
my living room’s steamed up
i try and find the tv but i bump heads with a pass four on a meat hook and leave shook
this verse is something i heaved up
and sack rap, i want a job as a lab rat
and due to mental pollution, my imaginary friends rocking a gas mask
the only thing i’ve lost? respect
i wanna get rich so i can have f~ck a job tatted across my neck
[chorus ~ lee scott & bill shakes]
i wake up covered in dirt, the scum of the earth
washing off filthy faces in puddles of dirt
picture me with a grand
cracked cups, bad luck
the symphony of the d~mned

[verse 2 ~ bill shakes]
a mental case when i awake
me brekkie is comprised of white bread, fried egg, pegs and blades to give extra taste
i mix mayonnaise with lemonade
my marinade is quick~setting paint
if you ain’t a friend of shakes, i’ll end your day before it’s even started
i may seem r~t~rded
it’s to do with the fact i chew shrooms for a snack and lace glue with ~rs~nic
i’m eating garbage off a platter dish
after this, smoke apple skins with (?) and the grinch
(?)
anarchist that’ll tax your (?) with your severed hand attached to it
then wrap the fattest spliff
and you can give me a hand with it
i’m either boozing or i’m blazing
my brain is a matrix of unuseful information
passing passers by directions to nowhere
can’t figure out if i’m bill shakes or o’hare
but i don’t care, my life’s a joke
with a stone stare, trya to clock the moon through a microscope
try committing suicide but don’t
cos i’m a simple (?) can’t figure out how to tie the rope
trippin’ with my laces untied, hate the sunshine
convinced i could mix to h~ll in a bus ride
preparing bricks for dinner
what led to scissorhands is shaving my fine afro into a middle finger
in the game of mercy, i brought the hand of god
a random sod gathering thoughts with a cow prod
[chorus ~ lee scott & bill shakes]
i wake up covered in dirt, the scum of the earth
washing off filthy faces in puddles of dirt
picture me with a grand
cracked cups, bad luck
the symphony of the d~mned

- lirik lagu mr wrong

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