Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ear Murder , by - Versatile. Release date: 01.02.2019
Song language: English
Ear Murder |
| You’ve made us famous now deal with it little pricks |
| Get down with some smooth mouthing and suck on my little stick |
| We never asked for this life, all I wanted was fish and tits |
| Now I’m balls deep in the industry bra’s cause I’m full of it |
| I don’t want no clean bitch (whoop), no hygiene bitch, disco means she’s in |
| because I like my young ones filthy |
| You can call me Clank, yes so |
| You can call me Clank |
| Cause I’m ratchet and I’m well sought after by the addicts, look |
| Eskimo and Casper |
| Whats up good-luck paraftas' |
| Since 14 flipping raspas' |
| Soon with this shit we capta' |
| Scum bags spread like cancer |
| Eskimos tattoo’s plasta' |
| Across the nation fasta' |
| Then you so rocasta' |
| Spread your legs |
| Bounce on me dick |
| Ear Murder |
| It’s Ear Murder |
| In your ear |
| You’re a knacker |
| You’re a scum bag |
| No wait that’s me |
| I’m a scum bag |
| Talking shite on a track once again |
| I’m talking shite |
| Ear Murder, Ear Murder, In your Ear |
| Wrecking your fuckin' head, wreck the buzz, wreck the buzz |
| Twist your nipple, suck ya tits |
| Twist your nipple, suck ya tits |
| Bounce on me dick |
| Suck me arse, Suck me arse |
| Disco rag, I pull the gal and lips go wild |
| I’m fuckin' rag on tesco mobile we just go fuck those bitches cos' he likes a |
| challange |
| Alexander Wang chalice custom made for my Palace |
| Out-burt-Pal has half the country off their mallet |
| (Uhhhhh) My dick is like a sledgehammer |
| My Dick is like a sledgehammer |
| My Dick is like a sledgehammer |
| My Dick is like a sledgehammer |
| H-h-h-he's all wack toni' |
| He’s gonna get wank all, a slap tonight |
| He’s gonna get a good bag for half the night |
| Get stomped off bro with crack toni' |
| I-i-i-i Don’t want to talk about it |
| Come to the house and talk us out of it |
| Grab your money with none left |
| And squeeze your sack til I’m popin' out of it |
| Out to crash this car |
| Like my name is Henri Paul with the Princess in the back |
| I’m about to kill us all, driving high speed |
| On prescription drugs and alcohol |
| Two-twenty two miles an hour heading straight towards a wall |