Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Damnednation, artist - Children of the Damned. Date of issue: 31.05.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Damnednation |
| Yo, listen, shit |
| Morbid, thoughtless |
| Awkward and high |
| Drunk off my face |
| Putting ale in the water supply |
| The lord of the flies |
| I’ll paint your house an assortment of whites |
| And then blow it up on the 4th of july |
| I sit at home and smoke cause I’m bored of my life |
| And I think actual cats and dogs fall from our skies |
| I’m going schizophrenic but ignoring the signs |
| I had a few more bars for this verse but I snorted the lines |
| Insomniac, I spend all of my nights |
| Afraid of the dark, on my bed trynna talk to the lights |
| I bought a gun and asked Mr. Wrong for the time |
| Then proceed to sticking up a windowsill for a pie |
| If you think you ill then you die, simply |
| And if you eat this pill then you’ll fly high with me |
| I need my baggie to give me my buds back |
| And rizzla stop stealing the spliff from my skunk stash, please |
| I hate spitting but really I love rap |
| It’s my sole excuse to live as a scruffbag |
| Give me a ‘fuck that' -Fuck that! |
| Walking on the London Underground drunk like «Does my bomb look big in this |
| rucksack?» |
| Hey, yo |
| Mr. Wrong |
| The guy you wish you never saw |
| The devil’s spawn playing knock and run on heaven’s door |
| Someone told me I should censor more |
| So F the law |
| And I hope you die, a fulfilled death of course |
| A reformed character with no regrets at all |
| So when I tell you you’re wack |
| It’s for the better cause |
| An amazing man, I’ll make a stand without any flaws |
| This here verse was written pissed up in hell on tour |
| I keep unsettled scores |
| Yes, I’m raw but I’m humble |
| I tell the crowd to shut the fuck up when I get applause |
| On December 24th you can find me with the Grinch |
| Bringing Christmas in, singing jingle bells of war |
| A mutant sex offender |
| Making X-men porn |
| Getting head from Storm |
| In Professor X’s dorm |
| Watching snuff films |
| Starring She-Ra and Skeletor |
| Knocked out Prince charming’s teeth charged and wrecked the ball |
| That pumpkin becomes a rented ford |
| Then I run a train on Snow White |
| In the backseat with the seven dwarves |
| -dreams of fucking a cartoon bitch- |
| Smoke so much cess I’m forever warped |
| I’ll be living ill, rest assured |
| But fuck Benidorm’s best resorts |
| The Blah familia holiday in a mental ward |
| Green hill, death over the lowest tetris score |
| I’m raw |
| I’ve got a heart and lungs in my chest of drawers |
| My art of wars sergeant’s short |
| I bombared your fort’s armored door |
| In a car I stole with your ??? |
| Attached to the bonnet with a 100 yards of rope |
| Neckin' Bacardi raw 'till I can hardly talk |
| My brain discards, it’s some cautious, retarded |
| On a throne ??? |
| guarded by some garden gnomes |
| Spark your nose after rolling half a ??? |
| Using scraggy carpet I stole from an apartment floor |
| They only blow to make a carcass float |
| Body parts for boats |
| Using severed legs and arms for oars |
| A considerate thief that’ll rob your house |
| And when I’m gone ring the police |
| I got liver disease till I hit 23 |
| I’ll drink to my death cause I won’t stop drinking deceased |
| Bought some crib in the sea next to Davey’s locker |
| With my Mezcal and Vodka mixed in my tea |
| Set the stage as i walk around |
| Welcome to the place where people get swallowed whole |
| Where the phantom of the opera prays on the sweat dripping off your hair |
| follicles |
| Sleight banana peel slip up |
| Worst nightmare |
| Make you swallow shrapnel like the turnstile fair |
| Yellow bellied emcees don’t live to tell the tale |
| Only have themselves to blame |
| They wanna turn out like yesterday’s news |
| I’m fire, exercising the best escape route |
| That’s why I’m digging manholes to put them in |
| They on some fill in the blanks flow missing something |
| Couldn’t find flow using Y shaped sticks |
| No evidence of liquid rushing |
| More unoriginal than tramps with a sign saying «Gimme money» |
| You silly sausage, I admire your persistence |
| No lightbulbs above your head |
| Past your sell by date on some dusty shelf |
| The lack of moisture leaves your feeling parched |
| The knock up on your head will leave you seeing stars… |
| Seeing stars… seeing stars. |
| Now through time shows my tight poems |
| Spinning like cyclones, attack your lane |
| Wannabe freestyle on mic clones |
| I crack your headbones when I surround you like ??? |
| You’re so shit you get outshined by your hypeman |
| I’m the type to go super like sayan so why you lyin'? |
| My off the top destroys your best verse without tryin' |
| ??? |
| and it requires some proof |
| The terror lies your shitty flows inside the vocal booth |
| Even if you pushed coke you couldn’t get a line out |
| Cliques are having a fix when I script the ??? |
| So everytime I’m underground like a cellar |
| As I creep up from the dark and mark you with an acapella fella |
| The drunk driving narcoleptic |
| With a mental fucking infection in my brain that’s retarded |
| Mcs step in cyphers against the Children Of The Damned and are left decapitated |
| and discarded |
| My head is filled with ??? |
| and cogs |
| And dreams of appearing on Topics Of Pops |
| With a bomb in a box |
| Never admitted defeat |
| I’m 19 and got beef with every kid on my street |
| Don’t try me I think I kill in my sleep |
| For that would explain the flesh and guts on my pillows and sheets |
| And the blood that drips from my teeth when I’m sipping my tea |
| I rep for children in need, when I say that |
| I mean those who can’t afford to chit for a week |
| The definition of a skillful mc — is not you |
| I’m so big-headded that when I think on my feet I cripple my knees |
| My odd crew is a mixture of thieves and bastards |
| Fuck drive-bys we pop shots when we swing through the trees |
| It’s the ??? |
| the royal flush to take your high card threw out |
| You should grab the rubber ring the lifeguard threw out |
| My cypher’s in the deep water sea fins surround you |
| S.O.S. |
| teams finish the search before they found you |
| The joker out the pack fuck a dope spitter |
| I’m the Goldenbran of rap, fuck your own sister |
| But I won’t diss her cause I’ll fuck her too |
| So what you gonna do when COTD rush your crew? |
| Coming through it’s the ??? |
| crew forever |
| Gripping corkscrews, sticking up the full moon for cheddar |
| Fuck your clique, I’ll bucktooth this members bitch |
| Who’s your favorite rapper? |
| Fuck you, I’m better |
| It’s the lost kid picking pockets of the business bosses |
| Nickin' wallets and swingin' pockets, ditchin' coppers |
| Repping for the Children Of The Damned |
| Dilner is the man stealing silver off your hand |