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dirty little cookers - tricky mac & benny t lyrics

[ verse 1: benny t]
i smoke cones. that’s what i do
i eat p*ssy, punch darts and i sniff glue too
ya c*nt, that’s my diet
who the f*ck do you think started the moomba riots?
it was b to the e, double n*y*t
i lose a heap of ketamine, when i sneeze
i’ll spend 200 bucks on a pair of nikes
but f*ck putting money on a myki!

[verse 2: tricky mac]
t*r*i*c*k*y mac! (scarnon?)
g*a*c*k*e*d gacked!
i’m weighing in at 70 kilograms
it’s your boy tricky mac and i can k!ll those grams (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!)
of bud, keta, speed, coke
everybody knows that i love to smoke
green kush. only when it’s dank
before i go to bed i like to have a phat awww! (get out mum!)

[verse 3: benny t]
i only wear name brand labels
i only f*ck chicks so fat that they’re legally disabled
i only make money if it’s cash in hand
and i only feel joy smashing grams
i like my bong bubblin’
i like my chicks with double chins
see me out clubbing either muzzing or chucking a phat hakk
with my man tricky f*cken mac
if i see you cutting shapes c*nt, you’re gonna get bashed!
[verse 4: tricky mac]
smash! some googs! smash! some ket!
a couple quite ones turned session at revs
and i look at my phone, it’s 10am
dear lord, just let me get gacked again
amen, with ben is where i be
end by end the lines i snort would go from here to werribee
and i’ve started coming down, sh*t’s about to get rougher
if you don’t do pills you’re silly duffer!

[verse 5: benny t]
i’m a nang huffer
bacon and egg mcm*ffin lover
another f*cken tune from tricky and his brother benny t
it seems i’m every chemists worst enemy
they can’t f*ck with my cheffery
check the recipe, ecstasy and ketamine
blended with speed, betadine and every methamphetamine
but if you only need a pinger…
mate! (mate!) just pull my finger!

[verse 6: tricky mac]
i’m a slinger!
pingers in my undies and pingers in my socks
i got to kfc get a zinger in my box
tricky f*cken mac, i do what i want
when metdogs pester me, try not to lose my bonce
i try to keep cool, i try to keep calm
til they start asking me about my concession card
then it’s up and at ’em, hit ’em with a stiff arm
i’m running off like a headless chicken
f*ck the dogs!

- tricky mac benny t lyrics

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