Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rant, artist - Mr BossDate of issue: 25.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rant |
| You’re all reading it |
| Balls deep believing it |
| All catching feelings, but you call me the idiot |
| I don’t receive a bit of peace of any breeze you spit |
| But somehow you all seem to dream without a decent kip |
| I guess my words mean more than I thought |
| But I’m ignorant as fuck with the torture I sport |
| Cause you to applaud and snorkel through the portion of pork |
| To get your grubby little paws on my porcelain sword |
| With all mechanisms, force fed whatever’s given |
| Television, internet and episodes of Better Livin' |
| You better give in to the telephones and clever trickin' |
| Tescos are well ahead of anything, you’re ever biggin' |
| It’s less forgiving, man it’s business at best |
| So we’re best to get a rhythm singing lyrics of death |
| I quiver with stress |
| Thinking how my kids will accept this shitty mess that we live in as we give it |
| to them |
| It’s all poetry, everything I speak seems to focus me |
| A total belief explodes from a potion of hope and peace |
| I cross my fingers, hope to die when I float inside and skydive a solar systems |
| sky with my open eyes |
| Keep following, I’m 'phewing' like its funny |
| But don’t spit the dummy |
| And go ring your mummy |
| One man, one tongue, one rusty headless shit |
| And somehow you cunt flaps have all come to wrestle it |
| I go 'blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,' in your ears prick |
| Weird kid, simbots and click while the tears drip |
| It isn’t fun getting tackled by a stripper’s mum who’s risen up a kid to suck a |
| dick like he’s a bit of fun |
| Mrs dump, why you trying to justify it? |
| The only simple answer is your job, you havn’t done it right |
| Better luck another time, see you in another life |
| My fan base is massive, you’re embarrasing your grobby mind |
| Fuck my life, you care more than I do |
| You come to get respect and if we met I wouldn’t like you |
| More like I spite you, get pissed and bite you |
| Incite every member of your crew with a knife too |
| This song is for all the sensitive people |
| All you tramps, baron, sensitive weird fuckers |
| With no skin |
| Just muscle tissue |
| Sensitive bones |
| Weak brains |
| No personality… characterless |
| Peen receivers |
| Chatting bare cheddar for the fun of it |
| Some people seem to think that that’s a bit off key |
| Brother if you ain’t having no fun go home |
| Son your so glum |
| Chatting bare cheddar for the fun of it |
| Some people seem to think that that’s a bit off key |
| Brother if you ain’t having no fun go home |
| But son, I love this bit |
| Give a fuck, you can suck a dick |