Song: The Men Who Stare at Goats
Viewed: 38 - Published at: 3 years ago
Artist: Mcabre Brothers
Year: 2009Viewed: 38 - Published at: 3 years ago
[Verse 1: Lee Scott]
Abuse the booze and refuse to use intelligence
A one man super crew of fools that spew irrelevance
Rebel chimps gatecrashin' human settlements
Raw, smashin' through your tenement walls
And ever since I first heard of 'dro
I've climbed higher to get a glimpse of the world below
Kill a friend, spare a foe just to get rich
Only his yes men [?] they're kept blitzed
Drink, curse and smoke, the men that stare at goats
And talk with grunts and walk with awkward styles
Rollin' 40 blunts at once before I'm drunk at least
I'd like to say free [?] and fuck the police
Lethargic, when I make your barnet part from your neck
My fuckin' pigeon hole has a tardis effect
Drunken rigmarole, I play the innocent fire starter
A miserable [?] father figure's me
Now spark the cheese son and keep schtum, I don't need a reason Fuck a speedbump, we clock 100 over sleepin' policemen
[Hook]x2
Remove the stitches, jack shit with a vengeance
Duck the government, the police and who they're friends with
Everyone's offended, but don't give a fuck
Light a spliff, get drunk, middle fingers up
[Verse 2: Monster Under the Bed]
I troop by, mean muggin' with a bruised eye
And act my shoe size coz I'm too high (Ha!)
Who the hell am I? Monster Man
Stupid mega-fly type Child of the Damned
Brick Pelican represent, my squads in the house
On a cold sag run until that gold plaq' comes around
If you've got an L skin wrapped then give me a hit of that
But dont expect it back till it's finished Jack
I'm the ill, check my stats
Read my file, vile, blunted hyena style
When I'm chillin', I stay chinky eyed with a bitch at my side
With a bit on the side, I'm top billin'
Funky fresh, freshly dipped
And my breath stinks of skunk - I still french kiss them pretty chicks
And keep a girl with me, and smoke illy
And kick back, coz I'm the big bad like Bo Diddley
I'll smoke out your whole city, son
I'm busy strictly cold chillin', and gettin' high
Free bags of that [?] stick to get me by
Shouts to my man Reklews, peace to Sly
[Hook]x2
Remove the stitches, jack shit with a vengeance
Duck the government, the police and who they're friends with
Everyone's offended, but don't give a fuck
Light a spliff, get drunk, middle fingers up
Abuse the booze and refuse to use intelligence
A one man super crew of fools that spew irrelevance
Rebel chimps gatecrashin' human settlements
Raw, smashin' through your tenement walls
And ever since I first heard of 'dro
I've climbed higher to get a glimpse of the world below
Kill a friend, spare a foe just to get rich
Only his yes men [?] they're kept blitzed
Drink, curse and smoke, the men that stare at goats
And talk with grunts and walk with awkward styles
Rollin' 40 blunts at once before I'm drunk at least
I'd like to say free [?] and fuck the police
Lethargic, when I make your barnet part from your neck
My fuckin' pigeon hole has a tardis effect
Drunken rigmarole, I play the innocent fire starter
A miserable [?] father figure's me
Now spark the cheese son and keep schtum, I don't need a reason Fuck a speedbump, we clock 100 over sleepin' policemen
[Hook]x2
Remove the stitches, jack shit with a vengeance
Duck the government, the police and who they're friends with
Everyone's offended, but don't give a fuck
Light a spliff, get drunk, middle fingers up
[Verse 2: Monster Under the Bed]
I troop by, mean muggin' with a bruised eye
And act my shoe size coz I'm too high (Ha!)
Who the hell am I? Monster Man
Stupid mega-fly type Child of the Damned
Brick Pelican represent, my squads in the house
On a cold sag run until that gold plaq' comes around
If you've got an L skin wrapped then give me a hit of that
But dont expect it back till it's finished Jack
I'm the ill, check my stats
Read my file, vile, blunted hyena style
When I'm chillin', I stay chinky eyed with a bitch at my side
With a bit on the side, I'm top billin'
Funky fresh, freshly dipped
And my breath stinks of skunk - I still french kiss them pretty chicks
And keep a girl with me, and smoke illy
And kick back, coz I'm the big bad like Bo Diddley
I'll smoke out your whole city, son
I'm busy strictly cold chillin', and gettin' high
Free bags of that [?] stick to get me by
Shouts to my man Reklews, peace to Sly
[Hook]x2
Remove the stitches, jack shit with a vengeance
Duck the government, the police and who they're friends with
Everyone's offended, but don't give a fuck
Light a spliff, get drunk, middle fingers up
( Mcabre Brothers )
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