(No Ratings Yet)We’re starting to post tracks from our favourite UKHH mixtape of all time. This is Track 19 on the fantastic “£10 Bag (Volume 3)”. Chester P killing it as per. Enjoy, and stay tuned for more tracks from this mixtape.
VERSE 1:
- When I see you I'm a peel you like a tangerine
- Slap you hard like a hippie does a tambourine
- I know it's wrong like a horse on a trampoline
- Go ask your girl where she really got the gangrene
- I'll cut your throat with this lid from a can of beans
- And tie you up from the TaskForce canopy
- Buried deep underground where the maggots feed
- I'm bad luck go and buy yourself some rabbits' feet
- I'll empty out your house like a bag of weed
- I could find beef in a field full of lamb or sheep
- Destroy what I build - true anarchy
- I weave through my life like the threads of a tapestry
- Homos, you're just as fly as a dodo
- Take you back in time and break your knees with a yoyo
- To test me is a no-no
- I played frisbee with your promos and gave your girlfriend my last rolo
- She told me that you could push your dick through a polo
- The mint not the car so don't fuck with my mojo
- Shatter all your teeth like the TaskForce logo
- My people make you jump like a punk doing the pogo
- I'm the lone ranger, you're more like Toto
- I'm fucking loco, Have you up in a chokehold
- The biggest brother of the littlest hobo
- So go home and stick to throwing darts at my photo
- I'm ruthless, stab you in the eye with a toothpick
- Stupid, incite a riot to loot shit
- Do mad stuff and I'm gone like Lord Lucan
- I think like two guns, techs when you're shooting
- BLAOW! Duck down, I human torch you
- See you in a winebar, stab you with a cork screw
- Twisted and tortured, souls of misfortune
- What blood? Dead or alive, I came to haunt you
- AHH! Run hard, Sam's got guns
- And he'll chase you out your ends like Tony Blair's son
- Got hate-powered young, who can sit there for hours long
- Fillin up the lungs on the stairs of a tower block
- Where flower pots shower cops
- 'Cos justice to us ain't nothing but a paradox
- I'm back from the storm in the hourglass
- Strapped to a bomb hooded up in a hockey mask
- AHH! its been a hard days night
- Half-baked losing all sight of the light
- Like fuck it, I used to treat her like a duchess
- Now she's uptight and we fight more and fuck less
- Hip Hop - I used to call her my wife
- Now she ain't nothing but trouble and strife
- Hip Hop - I used to call her my girl
- Now we just fight like fuck it
- Hip Hop - I used to call her my wife
- Now she ain't nothing but trouble and strife
- Hip Hop - I used to call her my girl
- Now we just fight like fuck it
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