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destruction of the eiffel tower - ghetts lyrics

[intro]
oi p i’m disapointed in you ya know, you ain’t no where near ready for me, i’m on a next ting
all you do is remix my songs i can’t even do that to you they don’t know the tune they might think i wrote it!
haha dead

[verse 1]
i ain’t taking the subtle approach i’ll beat p like there’s a belt buckle involved
mc’s like me: running the road
mc’s like p: come and they go
mc’s like me: style upon style
mc’s like p: couple of flows
mc’s like me: performing on tours
mc’s like p: couple of shows
let me get straight to the point
i ain’t got no time to play with this boy
when i’m done with him everyone will think they just watched another remaking of troy
p’s reply was blatantly moist, he said a few funny things
p’s funny keep the jokes coming nd i shouldn’t be worried
i’ve already duppied him all black winter black clouds above him end of discussion
(oi) who left blacks in the oven?
if you think p money is ready for the war then i’m sure you can see blacks blushin
his fan think i’m down, two guns up, come back bussin
surprise surprise none of you saw that comin
[hook]
if my name was paris i woulda spent half of my life embarr-ssed
i woulda wished my parents never meet let alone slept together and then got married ohhhh
if my name was paris i woulda spent half of my life embarr-ssed
i woulda wished my parents never meet let alone slept together and then got married ohhhh

[verse 2]
listen to him asking where the artillery is the silly pr-ck won’t know till i kill him with it
where was i when the beef kicked off?
right there in the middle of it!
i don’t wanna hear man talk like a shooter unless his name is billy the kid
tell paris i’m baghdad suicidle two bombs in the backpack tickity tick tick boom!
i deliver the hits big tunes
and sing bada bada
i made more money of a song that flopped than p money has in his whole career so sing badabada
hahaha on the way to the closest bank in the manor sing badabada
i’m looking at p from the top and the lift don’t work and i’ve kicked the ladder
it ain’t over yet he don’t pose a threat
every blow he’s thrown been below the neck
body blow not one blow to my head
i body foes with one blow man are dead
it’s muhammad vs joe in effect
[?] you know i ain’t joe in the end
[?] one hits like an overdose overclose to ya death
run up and ogz one up money don’t run if ya lases ain’t done up
cause if you trip over i’ll stamp you out till it’s over
bones broke, face all buss up
how can you say that i ain’t stabbed n-body i can name more than 5 man i’ve cut up
n-body in my clique is a snitch [?]
name, address, even the car he drives your a snake you’ll get your mate stuck up
killed him already but his fans went to the cemetery with shovels and dug that mug up
now he’s back for more
i swear down he was better off dead
got a champion’s belt on p can’t get it off
never i be letting off lead forever
enough about me let’s talk about you
what you ain’t done
what you have done
okay you’ve got 3 cds
one’s okay, two are really weak
let’s have a look at p’s cv
how can a youte with 685,000 mysp-ce views
talk to a n-gg- with 2,103,000 mysp-ce views
you stand still, i make moves
i came in the game a year before you
risky roadz 2 yeah i saw you
nd that was ’05 now it’s ‘010
and you’re still in the newcomer category
swear p money wouldn’t win this clash if he made every mc in bluebrough battle me
kill off your cavalry casually
me run tings in the mc academy pain
agony that’s what you feel when i aim
rapidly hit anybody in the way
tragedy any mc in the game
casualty don’t bite the hand that feeds you i’ve got p money on base happily

[hook]
if my name was paris i woulda spent half of my life embarr-ssed
i woulda wished my parents never meet let alone slept together and then got married ohhhh
if my name was paris i woulda spent half of my life embarr-ssed
i woulda wished my parents never meet let alone slept together and then got married ohhhh

[verse 3]
p ain’t got no dough in the bank
that’s why he looks like a tramp!
i’d rather wear no bling, than gold rings
sovereigns on every finger i told him
you can head to cash converters hoping
it’s a dough ting nah fam its a blue note at the most
but you probably won’t believe me until the day you’ve sold them
dead already lemme dead him again
and if i get him i’m getting his friends
i know what dee thinks deep down p pound should never of sent
i watch the shot rebound i pick the ball up now he better defend
his last reply couldn’t harm a fly
i’m the best anybody who can’t decide
don’t know about bars or the art of rhymes
one line of [?]
and p money’s on one like of [?]
said there’s only one sight to stand
still this is one way traffic untouched this one way damage
i ain’t being direct enough
back to back on littles and blacks
you will never get that [?] do a live set with us
i watched on radio [?] and i clocked you behind me watching me slyly
p money’s a batty boy i bet he was in school sucking c-ck in the library
no wonder he’s talking that gay sh-t
face it he ain’t gotta squeeze his sh-t out his -n-s
nahh it just drops out
how can he say that i owe man head, when he’s the one with a c-ck mouth
i could imagine p money on lock down
yeah everyday getting had up
till he starts riding voluntary bang up
dad comes to visit looks at his son
shakes his head and tell him to man up
me? i’m suicidal on the riddem
while p would be suicidal in a prison
come to his door, open his flap up
body hanging from the ceiling
he only had a week left this don’t add up
why would someone do such a thing
everynight he let his cellmate tuck him in
he can’t leave his cell door open
without 25 man running in and getting shipped out to a whole other wing

- ghetts lyrics

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