Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke Crack If You're Wack , by - Children of the Damned. Release date: 31.05.2007
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke Crack If You're Wack , by - Children of the Damned. Smoke Crack If You're Wack |
| Smoke crack and lessen your health |
| You’ve never been felt, 'cause you’re about as original as everyone else |
| Openly obsessed with myself |
| I sleep with my signed poster in bed and a shrine over my head |
| My favourite producer made this beat |
| Amazingly, all my favourite rappers seem to have the same name as me |
| I make my p, gatecrashing suicidal anonymous |
| Recruiting for my 'how to hang' training scheme |
| Go and battle a? |
| slug? |
| You’r so wack you couldn’t make the team if you was actually good |
| But who th fuck am I? |
| Well the answer is, I’m the shit |
| Laughing at you with the mic in your mouth after I spat on it |
| You ain’t illiterate, but might as well be |
| That clever shit you write down sounds shit when you’re spittin' it |
| I tell your bitch |
| That I was eyeing her from afar but then I got close and wish I never did |
| You ain’t the man, hand-in-hand with a butch hooker |
| I wouldn’t even let her suck rubber |
| Precise punches from a drunk slugger |
| Who claims he was taken by them aliens on the front cover of Funcrusher |
| A blunt lover, simian school bud brother |
| Maths utensils, accidental lung puncture |
| Rum guzzler, re-enacting ??? |
| hunter |
| I are the twisted son of a good mother |
| A drunk nutter, in about a sec I could down a keg |
| If I had to choose a way to die, I would drown in Becks |
| Fuck housing checks |
| In a perfect world, I’d be paid at least a weeks wage to jump out of bed |
| It still ain’t enough |
| I want double time to get dressed and shave my gruff, pay me up |
| The self-confessed great lazy cunt |
| Joyriding a babies truck in the fast lane, doing crazy stunts |
| Your bubble, I’m looking to burst |
| I’ve been fucking your bird and I didn’t even utter a word |
| I’ve been sick since the age of six, perving on Ariel |
| I don’t condone the bumping of nerd and other wack commercial material |
| I ain’t the first to say I’m God |
| This is half-arsed, I say my best shit when the mic’s off |
| I fought with ya knife, the knife lost |
| The smartest guy, you’re not, using tabasco sauce for eye drops |
| I’m still a cocky twat (Yeah, you’re right, you’re damn right) |
| I’m a wanted man |
| Fuck a bulletproof vest, I’m rocking a suit of armour with some hockey pads and |
| a stolen bobby hat |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Children of the Damned
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Lee Scott