Lyrics Boys and girls, listen up We got a treat for you today We're gonna blow your fuckin' mind Make you regret that you pressed play You're fucking gone When your ears pick up the rhymes we're gonna drop Your mother's gonna find you dead She'll be too shocked to even press stop And then our beats are gonna blow her brains out while we're at it So your dad can finally fuck somebody younger and less fat It's tough, we know, but "C'est la vie!" It's just the way it's got to go And so without further ado Let's get on with this fuckin' show ~ INTRODUCING JACK MILLER.. I'm a bad mother fucker from the dark flaming squad, Spittin out rhymes like I'm flipping flaming hot I freestyle fresh to any beat that you drop Throw me classic shit and I'll make it hip hop Dare to take a look at me and I'm a like "WHAT?!" Ill take out my A.K. and wont hesitate to pop Im a fucked up gangster fuckin nine times shot Once in my head and bitch eight in my cock Hold up wait cos I can still get it up Got hos to the left of me and bitches on top I took a shit on a greb cos he was listening to rock When the bacon turned up I pissed on the cop I'm living in the getto cos I refuse to get a job TWAT what you say are you lookin to be ROBBED? I'm a grab you and pin you to the wall of the shop Empty all your pockets then I'll smash you with my lock Take a second of your time to stick our nobs in your mouth Don’t fuckin do it and we’ll burn down your house Then well chip to our homie 50 cent down south Let me tell you once what im saying are vows Were the richest fuckin cunts in this world fuckin what? Cos you twats buy our records and there fuckin shit hot Its you who gives us money for us to buy pot Toke it up all day then flippin fuck up you lot Stop flippin listenin to kanye west His shits fuckin shite flippin flaming crews the best If you want to challenge us then well put you to the test Were banned from the net we fuckin couldn’t care less If you don’t like this track then you can fuck right off Or watch us flippin flip cos weve had e fuckin nough Flippin watch your back cos were hidin in your loft We never liked you anyway you private school toff. Im moving out the getto to find a bit of dolla If you’s a fine lady fuckin give me a holla Cos im in the rap game Munters don’t you bother We’ll strap you down, slit your wrists and fuckin break your collar Im giving serious thought to fuckin munching on your wife Ill ring her neck first to flippin drag out her life Then ill rip off her nipples and ill sand em into dice Lay them on the green cloth and be stable for life Ill also put a horse head tight into your bed And burn the words flaming crew deep into your head Make sure your comatosed Almost flippin dead And when you wake up ill fuckin smash you with some lead You want to say something Fucking say it to my face You got a lot of guts But they’ll all go to waste Cos ill whip out my knife At flipping flaming pace Rip your stomach open Create a murder case I compare thee to a flippin summers day That why I broke your confidence in every wich way I left you n my barn livin on fuckin hay Broke your teeth broke your nose ntil you could only lay Im doing this to prove to you that im no fuckin gay F to the L to the A to the M to the I to the N to the J I know that your birthday is some point in may Ill get you some piece of shit and fuck it I wont pay I gues this is just a way of showin some affection To use you as an outlet for my flaming tight aggression Beat you to a pulp to teach you a lesson Then ill take my trousers down and give another fuckin session Ill give you arse gob arse gob arse in flaming tight consession Do it till plans atre needed for a funeral prosession I aint a Christian fuck that shit not goin to confessin Ill strap you down grab your tits and show you repatition. ~ Mr. Miller, thanks a lot for joining in on this rap battle But you're fucking out your league with your tittle and your tattle You're deluded and you're crazy if you thought that that would wow us So I'm gonna hand the mic over to little Tommy Powys ~ You’re a slimy little maggot and you get your clothes for free But like you I aint no faggot so stop coming on to me Cos ill kill you so quick with these rhymes that I write Ill open up your mouth and feed you back your shyte I step up to the mic with my mind so still and clear And I slap you like a bitch mate you better feel the fear And these words that I spit be so true and calculating Gonna fill you with the guilt just like after masturbating Im like yoda with the power cant help but do you harm You’re a fucking little flower that I crush within my palm I come and cut your throat when your sitting in the bath And you whimper like a baby that I cant help but laugh I got plans in my head that you cant comprehend Like tying up your sister cos I like them innocent So ill get them when there young when theyre soft and when they're sweet Bash her to the floor fucking feed her up my meat Then I tie her up neatly like a butcher and his hogs Take her to the forest fucking feed her to my dogs Then to wind myself down I go head to confession But the nun in the box has got a flaming obsession She’s kept herself clean for so many years But my mister twelve inches reduces her to tears Im her first man so im piercing her hymen Then I zip myself up carry on with my rhyming Maybe cos your synapses inside be overlapping That you cant help speaking shit when you really should be rapping Maybe cos your family like “keeping to their own” Look at anyone but your cousin and theyl throw you out of home Cos your father fucked his mother and it was you that she bore Then with your uncle had another shes a filthy fucking whore I cant help but feel ashamed by your little private race But you wont feel my pity when Im stamping on your face. By Jack Miller and Tom Powys Got any questions? You can post your thoughts on the forum, or drop us an email.

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