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Werd lyrics : "Bar Exchange Remix"

Remix remix
Get on your dancing shoes

Remix bar exchange


Right do this Sons of Scotland
S.O.S. Werd and Deek

You rappers $#&@ around you take after your ma
We are a $#&@er of a pair like a double D bra

Best in the game on the ball like Kaka
So you know I will blow like I follow Allah
They pick us like a damn guitar

To be in the space that you're called a star
I'll be blunt like the skin of a cigar
Like a bar tender a attend to my bars

Work on bars chin up cunt
You don't want a $#&@ing scar from the chin up cunt
Get called Tony

My doe fold like calzonis
In my pocket with Es keys and pre-rollies
I aint no phony jabronie talking balonie homie

I clearly show ye some gory stories with your cronies
Sliced like pepperoni
Because for flows they owe me

Jesus Christ with a Knife
Now Get holy

I write song packing a punch harder than Tyson
Spits poisonous like the venom out of a python

Winking at your bird with a (*##$ under my right arm
So come on come on come on over here to get done
You don't know me you probably never will

Go to clubs with a knife in my belt dressed to kill
(Looking sharp)
Giving me daggers $#&@ you man am giving you daggers

Pick one which one to enter your abdomen
You're only half a man
This %#@! is getting embarrassing

Punching the lights out of on transvestites
Immaculate mind
Compulsive theft a snatch what I find

Steal your watch give it to Werd
Just to pass the Time
$#&@ing hoodlum

About to blow up with my music like Muslims
On the 26 bus going to Luton ($#&@ing hell)
The Al-Qaeda of rap will snap then

You'll get bombarded with tracks
Like I will hi-jack your whole cipher

Aint you heard Werd funny like stitches
Stitches is witches get when I chib ye's

Get a couple teams on cunts like grass pitches
$#&@ a grass slash if he's spraffin your business
My plan hit hitches

Still hitting no riches
Spare change play pitchy av no grew up strictly
Underground sound and Deek is still with me

Since we made with me
$#&@ that its history
Got sound like the Ministry and its full of misery

A have piff epiphanies so gifted in delivery
Mics am addicted to so $#&@ how you picture me
A leave a fool in disarray and tell them read a dictionary

A literally take liberties to cunts with stupidity
Indivisible most lyrically spit hot like high humidity
Like weather that you're felling me

I flow on solar energy
Son shines so advanced I battle with telepathy

Could kill a rapper with 8 bars
Show up at the funeral
And read the eulogy just to finish him off
One of the last real rappers alive so don't panic

While I'm hi-jacking you're mind
Prepare you for crash landing
Sitting quiet when am speaking my mind
They can't stand it
If my crew was ever part of a riot

Then I planed it
Don't ever give me daggers a'l give you a $#&@ing sword
Push it into your temple until you one with the lord
My styles in your face the kind that can be ignored
Swore to never rhyme poor that's something I cant afford

Sitting staring at the floorboards feeling board
Agitated trying to make this CD player record
Got a list of whack rappers who think they've got it locked
While am sitting backstage at their shows ticking a box
Like that's him Yeah him too

He know he's gonna get it
S.O.S. Deeko and Werd just so you don't forget it

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