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dirty work - tenbag banditz lyrics

[verse 1: uncle harry]
i’m [?] celebrating, my eyeball’s dilating
there’s no f-cking telling what this bandit has taken
having palpitation, conversing with satan
contemplating when to bomb the station
this an invasion, planned operation
[back on the b-ss and flex with the raps ite?]
li st£rling brought the 90s back, and this is that noughties grimey swag
from the bandit camp, where the bandits ramp
[?] chester p
looking up and cooking from the recipe
had a midnight brawl and an std
take you down to the cemetery. with some lsd and some memories
-ssembling my pedigree, ’cause the uncle does what the family preach

[chorus: uncle harry]
yo god sent me to do his dirty work
it was alright at first but the workload doubled
and i didn’t do f-ck-all
so he got me into trouble and he threw me in the rubble
told me no-one, they would love you
i said f-ck you
(yo god sent me to do his dirty work
it was alright at first but the workload doubled
and i didn’t do f-ck-all
so he got me into trouble and he threw me in the rubble
told me no-one, they would love you)

[verse 2: li st£rling]
li st£rling, the surgeon
-sserting similarities of metaphors, still searching
for the rap, better roll my words
from the minute i woke i smoke herbs
[?]
animal a-ripping the flesh, it’s absurd
[?]
1993, we got heard
by the neighbours adjacent to ravers
get another caution for blazing away bud
b-ss up, that’s how i play these hater ways
24/7, it’s the riddim i lace
then again i’m ripping up a stage lately
ain’t got no time for ladies
just mary jane, my mac, and me
a sample bag and a bag of weed
silk cut pack and a bag of trees
better [?] light the trees and amnes’
better [?] blaze not one, not two, three o f-cking zs
ravening the fruit upon the tree and then we breathe
afghan, north african, and lebanese
wrap it in a riz’ and then we bun up on the reef’
[?] can’t sleep in the week
then the weekend comes, rubbing the cocaine into my gums
then the weekend comes, guzzling whiskey, guzzling rum
then the weekend comes, rubbing the cocaine into my gums
then the weekend comes, i’m guzzling whiskey, guzzling rum

[verse 3: uncle harry]
bandito got the scrumpy jack’s
bandito got the skunky strapped
bandito, watch the musket clap
bandito, no i don’t pay tax
i won’t relax but i will relapse
and i will deal sacks, and i will don cats
and i will munch tabs, and i will get mashed
and i will have a slash in your gaff ’cause i’m mad
madder than mad, i’m madder than that
yo, mad as a hatter when he’s vexed and that
don’t test this man or he’ll k!ll your clan
with 16 bars of the illness fam
li st£rling got the beats that bang
uncle [?]
pick up a ten of the standard dank
yo, stanky bag of the danky dank

[outro: li st£rling, uncle harry]
yeah i love dank in the form of trees
but unfortunately it ain’t that cheap
twenty pound for 1.3
mugging me off on my love for my crops
so if you see me, and i’m looking cross
with both barrels aimed and drawn at my boss
don’t even dare tell me to stop, ’cause you’ll more than likely hear my gun pop
(i said)
i love my dank in the form of trees
but unfortunately it ain’t that cheap
twenty pounds for 1.3
mugging me off on my love for my crops
so if you see me, and i’m looking cross
with both barrels drawn and aimed at my boss
don’t even dare tell me to stop, ’cause you’ll more than likely hear my gun pop

- tenbag banditz lyrics

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