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gatheround - brad strut lyrics

[intro: bigfoot & brad strut]
yeah, gather ‘round, gather ‘round
listen up
now perk your ears up
we’re ‘bout to get busy on this
street sh*t

[verse 1: brad strut]
i wanna slip my d*ck in jana pittman (do it, b*tch)
and watch her lips sync to s*x fiend (i need a s*x fiend!) in my kitchen
no sh*ttin’, i got flows patent, it’s so blatant
i throw weight in and rappin’ is my vocation (this is my job)
i’m home, [?] shockers, i know pill poppers (yo, yo, pass it here)
who live for the night, my sh*t’s nice as ill knockers (let me see your tits)
and small waist, nice thighs and appetisers
my ball wait, screamin’, “oh, god”, and then i baptise her
the whack slicer, heavy hits and knife motions
relax, tiger, many spits and live quotin’
the mic’s open? well, i’m about to shut shop (shut it down)
this c*nt’s hot as s*x workers trickin’ in bangkok
you’re rank, lost in a field of sh*t vocals
you say you take the world by storm, you wish, local
some b*tch hopeful’s neat reality check
you’re speakin’ no sk!lls bleedin’ fallacy bread, so f*ck you

[post*verse: bigfoot & brad strut]
yeah, f*ck you
f*ck all these other c*nts in the cypher (suckers)
bunch a bullsh*t geeks standin’ around (f*ckin’ geeks)
shut the f*ck up, learn how to rap, you geeks
give that mic here, bigfoot, [?] (bigfoot)
[verse 2: bigfoot]
tell me why your rappin’s somethin’ bad’s inclined to happen
your style in fashion lookin’ like you’re guy sebastian
but your rhymes are lackin’, so it’s time for action
i’ma storm the stage, spot your mics and sn*tch ‘em
bigfoot’s a straight spitter
i raise the bar, make noise, put it down and get on paws like a weightlifter
you could have twenty mates with ya
i’ll leave you chokin’ on the mic like you’re sippin’ straight paint stripper
and make your women yell for me, they’re h*ll h*rny
i’ll have that p*ssy locked down like schapelle corby
you’re rappin’ poorly sayin’ you’ll battle but
i heard your cd, that sh*t was soft in the saddle club
plus, when strut busts these murderous metaphors
your flow’ll run dry like old women with menopause (eugh)
but we never pause, the flows keep comin’
runnin’ through your whole crew like bain marie beef curry

[commentary: bigfoot]
ay, what’s up? this is bigfoot
i’m chillin’ here with tornts
brad strut and the lyrical commission
you’re listenin’ to the legendary
official mixtape, peruvian unkut

- brad strut lyrics

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