TRC - Sad.Fat:Desperate. | Текст песни

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• Sad.Fat:Desperate.

No use, or abuse
Of music wrote with half a heart,
An overweight bloke claims were fake,
He's not happy to ruck-son, their "filled with hate"
And that's bait, nothing peachey mate,
If you want the truth then its facts wel state,
If you spent less time, watching weird films
Then your last CD might have dropped as hard as this...

Are your words first person perspective,
Verses with filled with verbs, you aren't reflecting
The way you live life, your posing with a knife,
On a cover of a CD where all songs sounded the same...

5 minutes spent and this is better than your whole entire set,
I beg you give it a rest, your best ain't enough to test us,
We see through you and all your lyrical shit,
Lame lyrics from half arsed hard men,
It's ten fold the fear now that TRC are in
Ear shot of your words, a verbs a doing word
So please do what you say or pay the price and be exposed like mugs

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