Lyrics Highlander - TeeZandos
It's
like
any
time
we
would
rise
up
Swords,
surely
one
of
their
friends
got
bored
He
was
snitching
to
[?]
that's
how
he
talks
cause
his
head
back
sore
I'm
the
king
of
their
land
no
myth,
I've
been
running
man
out
of
multiple
spots
They
all
freeze
when
they
see
my
face
cause
Their
gang
swings,
but
it's
not
pebbles
and
dots
(And
then)
and
then,
His
face
got
buss
and
his
mrs
cried
and
I
asked
her
why
So
here's
some
good
information:
Dump
that
bitch
cause
she
just
won't
ride
No,
I
ain't
a
violent
guy,
but
I
love
how
we
put
it
in
them;
I
got
all
their
olders
begging
for
peace
and
some
friends
on
the
ends
Somebody's
telling
a
fib,
let
me
tell
some
facts:
We
done
numerous
bait-face
bootings,
not
sure
if
we'll
make
it
back
But,
that's
how
it
gets
round
us
-
We're
coming
from
more
than
broken
homes
And,
bro
too
tapped
he
said
he
can
hear
Satan
in
his
dome
More
time
I'm
the
one
that
did
it
Who's
the
yute?
Bro
I
don't
know
so
ching
it
On
the
m-way
like
fucking
bill
it
I
don't
like
them
they
make
me
livid
And
I
wanted
to
get
him
again,
Sort
of
like
the
last
time
I
got
him
before
But
bro
said
it's
more
than
an
angle,
So
this
time
leave
him
dead
on
the
floor
Man
them
[?]
or
riding
birds
for
this
Fucking
beef
with
these
fucking
neeks
And
now
they
want
to
cause
some
Problems
like
I
ain't
done
it
just
bro
and
me
Just
bro
and
me
They
should
call
us
Barry
and
Paul
Cause
we're
brothers
until
we
die,
And
we're
chuckling
when
we
step
with
this
tool
Ok,
ok,
you
got
some
scores
but
that
don't
work:
I
really
don't
like
you
man,
and
you
hate
me
too,
so
come
do
dirt
But
I'm
betting
they
won't
find
me,
Cause
out
of
your
mouth
it's
fibs,
ok?
And
if
I
see
you
or
him,
then
sorry
but
I'm
doing
what
brodie
says
Someone
got
cheffed,
someone
got
robbed,
someone
got
slapped
You
think
you
can
scratch
on
gang,
And
chill
like
the
gang
ain't
scratching
back?
(Scratch
mixed
it)
If
we
grab
him,
do
him:
Bro
wants
this
pole
to
go
right
through
him
I
feel
sick
so
now
it's
ruined,
their
team's
screwed
if
we
do
this
[?]
Got
boxed
by
me
when
he
came
too
short
with
his
mummy's
[?]
Will
soon
be
with
his
family,
We're
trying
to
find
him
like
- where's
the
prick?
Please
stop
blessing
the
beef
I
ain't
settling
nothing
with
them
- I
want
You
(dead)
like
shit
on
the
street.
(Finish
him!)
Urgh,
X
is
a
nonce,
ponce,
broke,
tramp,
bitch
And
Gucci's
lost,
smoking
dots
and
talking
shit
(Yuck)
These
are
the
olders
you
live
by
The
banter
of
it
comes
so
rich
I
still
make
man
do
toes
on
tens,
and
I
ain't
talking
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bitch
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