Author Topic: Bez - Haha MP3 and Lyrics (Read 247 times)

bez · « **on:** June 21, 2010, 04:42:23 AM »

http://www.zshare.net/audio/7746359165fa8988/

People say I rap, in an accent, not mine,
So I wrote this track, just to prove it, one time,
That I can talk home, that I can be pool,
An I'll never walk alone, so fuck Liverpool,
I'm a toffee chewer, in blue, chang in my morning brew,
Dont understand my slang... then mate, fuck you,
My plans are simple, I'm never gunna fail,
Get myself in the air like a leap from Tim Cahill,
Snails go slow, but I break the shell,
Drink pety and spit fire an I make it hell,
Are you shaken well? because you best be scared,
I hang men so lyrically with every word...
...Birds gettin all chirpy, they tryna tweet me,
Facey inboxed I find it creepy,
But I'm out in town every night gettin smashed,
Blimpin at girls and gettin adds whats apps,
Saying whats happ-enin, where you goin?
Bar red, sound, we out until the mornin,
Adorin the floor, Im gettin numbers like bingo,
A star of my city, like Lennon, fuck Ringo,
I'm the Best like Pete, put a Price on my feet,
I con-verses daily cos I write so sleek,
My styles like a foster kids, I cant be beat,
An if we kiss in town, you just a disco meet,
I'm raw from my teeth right down to my jaw,
To my throat, in my heart, its not hard to adore,
Be easy gorgeous an I'll let you get near,
My beauty blinds doe, you got no idea,
I'm here to stay, I've cementated my place,
Burnin up the game I've cremated my face,
Create art like tate, my displays get hate,
But I guess I'm so sick you just cant cure-eight, (it)
Mate, its going down like Titanic, no wait,
Mate, Its going down like Discovery, no weight,
I'm great like Recovery, fuck Relapse, no games,
This is Beresford's World, party time, fuck Waynes,
I'm a get to the top so hot I melt Snowdon,
You be, 6 feet deep, 3 across, Gary Coleman,
My poems ain't lyrical, a version of crazy,
That kill you like serial, porrige with Brady,
Shady, mate, but that's how I get down,
My blackberrys bold like that street in town,
Straight underground, then I see more-fields,
Home's central to my being, I'm feeling more real,
Haha, you won't forget you pricks,
haha, never skint like Gillete and Hicks,
When you reminsice you know I'll live on,
I took long shot mate, you can call me Barry Horne!