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party like this pt 2 - kerser lyrics

[intro: nebs & kerser]
thanks bruz
yo, um
all right, if you’re on lsd, you need to get the f-ck out
’cause we’re gonna spin you the f-ck out
you in the v-neck – f-ck out!
get the f-ck out! right in your face c-nt
ayo kerser

[verse 1: kerser]
i’ll f-ck a fake in the face with the face of a fake
then i’m takin’ away what they claim in this haze
kerser one, you know the name, i got you readin’ riches
why i’m feedin’ pimples, eatin’ meat and missiles
shut your mouth, i got it ready, you can say i’ve nearly cooked rap
we up in campbelltown so just be careful who you look at
puffin’ the chronic, ain’t it f-ckin’ ironic?
i see a m-ffin, i’m on it, i got her up on the bonnet

[verse 2: nebs]
you cop a punch to the stomach, cough up your lunch and your vomit
honest rappers sh-t the gear like there’s a gun and i c-cked it
i make ‘em leave you proper lone and start becomin’ a gothic
now they’re on some emo sh-t, no more muph & plutonic
i straight p-ss in your pocket, you need to summon the prophet
you need to run to mohammed, you claim you’re tough and you rob it
but you’re the one that’s just dobbing, there’s a bit of a problem
you’re like thirty years of age and you get f-cked up the covet

[verse 3: kerser]
i’m the lad that they talkin’ ’bout in good ways and bad ways
look mate, it’s mad ayy, i took ‘way your sad face
battle rap sh-t, yeah i’m dyin’ to be goin’ at
promotors say it’s hard to find me an opponent, but
ain’t this c-nt sayin’ that they raisin’ the bar?
call ’em out, duck and weave, i be suckin’ the weed
my att-tude stays mate, they ain’t nothin’ to me
yeah, i’m somethin’ to see like i’m one off the beat

[verse 4: nebs]
and then you run to police because you runnin’ from me
put the noose around your neck lad and jump from the tree
if hoes are constipated like a junkie on the gear
when it comes to lovin’ man, you love it in the rear
if you want a real show, i’m just a phone call away
right, we set ’em up on stage and i blow you all away
it’s like i’m throwin’ a grenade at the stage when i play
you knew the sh-t was hectic when i wrote it on the page, uh

[outro: nebs & kerser]
yeah, warn ’em ’bout the soup
um, there’s some soup in the kitchen
um, if it makes you feel drowsy or anything like that
don’t drive a motor vehicle or operate any machinery
and then f-ck the clowns with the skinny jeans
and now sh-t their pants and they’re gone
oh, yeah, another warning
i put some valium in the punch
and f-ck it, i’m just gon’ say it
if anyone’s got that mature p-rn, seventy plus sh-t
[?] to it
we out
b-tches

- kerser lyrics

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