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lights out - complete lyrics

[intro: complete]
yeah i got some friends with me
australia to canada, maple vegemite baby, ha

[refrain: complete]
west to east, north to south
you better what you’re talking about
rest in peace, if you’re in doubt
it’s lights out when we say so

[verse 1: complete]
more importantly, warn the warden the ward is back
we form a pack and we waterboard the supporting act
we storm the flat of a dormant dorm like some morbid mormons
walking door to door with some chloroform for a naughty nap
i oughta, grab a h**rd of mortars and launch attackas
this ain’t a track, it’s the taunted thoughts that my trauma’s trapped
a torture pad full of war assortments and sport endors*m*nts
swords and saucepans, corpses cornered with warner plaques

[verse 2: kryple]
oh sh*t, i bet that they flexing extra hard
and you dress the part of a twelve year old with a credit card
i set the bar like i’m the spar with the best so far
y’all more out of place than expensive cars in a wreckage yard
y’all gon’ think i switched the settings how i changed the game
guess i’m gluten*free cuz i’m always going against the grain
and it goes beyond saying that they say my name
y’all gon’ pay to play, i get paid to the play so we ain’t the same
[verse 3: omac]
was grinch green as christmas tress but knew i had this gift in me
like happy meals from mickey ds, a toy but i was pickle free
from feeling like the phillipines to feeling like the middle east
i’d no longer have inner peace or get ahead like guillotines
godzilla once i’d hit the streets, haters they would pray we fell
you’d think my son’s saddam hussain cos i was raising h*ll
while i’d shake the world, disgraces tried to take my bell
they make me laugh when they grab the mic like dave chappelle

[verse 4: dig]
i’m one of the best, there ain’t no doubt in mind, at least no doubt in mine
you’re out of line like kids colouring books if you doubt that i’m
not about to fly out this f*cking like the falcon nine
y’all are tap water, i’m alkaline with an ounce of lime
a bit bitter, i’ll son these rappers like chris rivers
sent your big sister a d*ck picture and her lips quivered
i’m known to get under your skin like a thick sliver
b*tch make me a sandwich with salt and vinegar chips in ‘er

[verse 5: defekt]
it’s very scary when i write my raps, they’re legendary
better prep the cemeteries when i send ’em dead and buried
i’m a sinner and the resident of the seven deadly
taking more bodies than this epiedemic evidently
they claim they’re hard and say they’re real, they’re tryna make their mark
but half of y’all wouldn’t play basketball to take a charge
i’m razor sharp, i’m a ninja with serrated stars
and my brain is smart, i could cut you with a blade of grass
[verse 6: junk]
i’m on of the illest like ever, i’ll f*ck up a building i enter
you suckers are feeling the pressure, i’m coming to get it like what are you getting
the money, the chicken, the cheddar? whatever they calling it now
just fill up the duffle with dollar amounts
like nipsey, i hustled in all of my town
i did it, i done it, i’ve gotten it down
to a pristine science so realize it
king of the freestylers, y’all act too much i really make a scene
i’m a screen writer, a beast in a street cypher, lights out
if there’s beef, i’m unleashing this meat grinder, peace

[verse 7: mysc]
it’s the foul symbolic, alcoholic, shrouded in a cloud of chronic
drowning in the powder tonic, n0body knows just how to stop it
but my style us down and polished
this is for the doubters with a mouth of b*ll*cks, it’s in my genes to be out of pocket
i’m coming up on the d*low, so i gotta be incognito
it’s getting heat*ed like the scene pacino did de niro
you can’t even reach the peak, let alone meet your chick’s libido
the mysc that we know’s back and all you’ve got’s a bigger ego

[verse 8: ebenezer]
yeah
i’m the best kept secret that this game has
man, i drop more bodies than a plash crash
have you running for the lord like you craig mack
it’s hard to hear you screaming over ‘top the gauge blast
i got the stick in the back like i’m trey stacks
or austin matthews when i’m sliding out in ajax
all my life i’ve been walking on these same tracks
tryna find my way back, looking for some payback, asap
[verse 9: dekstah]
it’s that black belt in origami, all the wh0res in bali treat me like i’m paul mccartney
even though back home i can’t even afford a parmi
i’m awkward, nasty and i fought an army
well, the salvation army staff, now all of their stores have barred me
but when i rap on beats, i smash emcees with literature
coz i never run out of bars like paraplegic prisoners
and listeners don’t like you brother, nothing there’s advanced
it’s not up to par like your mother wears the pants, motherf*cker

[verse 10: merkules]
look
before i crash the party, i got morbid thoughts inside me
changed my name to trampoline, the way i’m known to catch a body
watch me snort a tab of molly mixed with coke and acid
while i drive a lamborghini backwards till i roll right off the highway
i’m a sick f*cker, lips puckered, ya b*tch loves it
i might fist f*ck her till next friday, i’m chris tucker
got a big budget, i got money falling out the seams
of therse twenty dollar jeans while i’m walking down the street
left the loony bin in a taxi, move over i need a seat
then they kicked out the car ’cause they thought i was complete
b*tch it’s merk

[dj scratches * uncool sam]

- complete lyrics

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