Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Make Me, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Butter Fly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Don't Make Me |
I don’t want to have to, but I will |
Trip, crush and kill the mood |
Like it’s sound to do, this goes out to you |
Don’t make me do what I’m about to do |
I don’t want to have to, but I will |
Trip, crush and kill the mood |
Like it’s sound to do, this goes out to you |
Don’t make me do what I’m about to do |
Don’t judge a book by it’s dumb words |
Or fuck with the half Scouse, half wool lirds |
Sunny Boyz cold get dumb and cull nerds |
And boast about robbing the post office to pull birds |
I don’t give a fraction of an ounce of a fuck |
It’s an accident I’m on this planet like Howard the Duck |
And playing me is the last option of Draughts boxin' |
I’ll make you cry while your Dads watchin' |
Pop a chill pill, still flip and kill the fly on the wall |
I liked you better when I didn’t like you at all |
Give me a sleazy hotel room to breathe |
I drop an uplifting hell tune and leave |
Before I start the rant that never ends |
Altruistic, towards me imaginary friends |
The Nafco 54 clique are raw |
I’ll make you wish you had your foot in a different door |
I don’t want to have to, but I will |
Trip, crush and kill the mood |
Like it’s sound to do, this goes out to you |
Don’t make me do what I’m about to do |
I don’t want to have to, but I will |
Trip, crush and kill the mood |
Like it’s sound to do, this goes out to you |
Don’t make me do what I’m about to do |
Do I keep sonning rappers cause I’m dad-less? |
I raised me eyebrows as a couple of crooked bastards |
Looking down on mother earth eating barbecued Wookie ribs |
Like it’s my world lad fuck your dibs |
I’m the man if you’re missing an idol |
God’s speed, sniffing wiz off a bible |
I use an unsold album as a beer mat |
Drown me sorrows and hold me gangster tears back |
Cause I want a castle with guard dogs and a moat |
And I’m choked with a poisoned dart frog in me throat |
But there’s still hope, this is rap and it’s big biz |
And I’m keeping «it» real but don’t ask me what «it» is |
Rappers these days are a bunch of Hyacinth Bucket’s |
But don’t worry they’re just going through a phase |
While Mr. Wrong’s pissing in your bong changed |
Hungarian suicide song on, whistling along |
I don’t want to have to, but I will |
Trip, crush and kill the mood |
Like it’s sound to do, this goes out to you |
Don’t make me do what I’m about to do |
I don’t want to have to, but I will |
Trip, crush and kill the mood |
Like it’s sound to do, this goes out to you |
Don’t make me do what I’m about to do |