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