Dia de Les Murtos (Remastered)

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These dirt deeds aren't done cheap
I dun keep a gun but hung heaps with bunk sheets
Trunk peeps getting em snug deep in a junk heap
Amongst these bums in a dump sleeping wit bung teeth
I hush heaps of these riff raffs wit mis haps
That Chin wag given a pig facts in chit chats
Ripped rags soaking the chloroform if I sniff rats
Youll Never catch me lippin unless its spitting this syntax
I bin bag, body fast like hockey stars
Scraping on the ice like meth heads in gozzy park
Keep ya eyes open, 43 In a coffee flask
Youll never be safe like indira gandhi wit bodyguards
No shotty blast, blade in em, strangle em
Keep em all quite like rape victims afraid thinking
If I make a sound I'll be straight stick in a grave kippin
Laid along your bars of Disposable waste writtens
I ain't kiddin, I stomp throughs and squash crews
Leave em washed up like pontoons in monsoons
My squad moves throughs these trend setters n weak flogs
Its TPW got Australia yellin Team Kogz
You need to stop wit the speech you jot n just cease the lot
Coz if you sneeze or cough just a syllable imma need to drop
Heaps bods deep in a creek or swamp I ain't even stop
It's why these beat I cop from insideus need a bleach or mop
No chorus, its second verse I descend from Perth
Sent to get on the nerves of these poxy rappers you never heard
Dead em worse then Mexican cartels beheading nerds
Never know their missing like dead hookers in deniem skirts
Forever burn, cross the borders and cop the cordless
As I put a stop to these slop recorders n box the corpses
Ill get my hands on these flock of yawners n non supporters
Turn em to believers like Gods reporters up on ya porches
I've got my orders, I'm taking action the main attraction
Yelling batter up as I swing a bat and your brains collapse in
Trained Asassin assassinating you fakers and then
Placing acid inside a barrel that you can take a nap In
The greatest faction to corner these weak sorts
When forcing their cheeks open for talkin on beats or
Calling our team weak when they forming these reports
Fuckin TPW the debauchery speech lords
Precaution I leap twards the fable kind with a fatal mind
Ending baby rappers weak fragile lines prenatal rhymes
I lock it down like its cable ties, disable mics
Your shits only bumped Like a naval guys weak anal pipes
These tables fly every show I'm at coz the flow I jab
Has em going mad like the dripping sound of a Broken tap
They're known to snap coz my note n pad has a code to crack
That coppers follow back in a hope of catching the zodiac
They wont Infact I'm illusive in smooth maneuvers
When moving like suited shooters and noosing these stupid students
My ratings are getting higher then huge bazookas on uber users
As I rep the dub with the tunes that lucifer's crew produces
Who is this removing yas blocking flows like the Hoover is
Who can dismiss this ruthaless duke whos nuken them mucas spits
In ruger clips, lugeys n pukin ludacris gruesomeness
Possessing all the youth n useless using a crucifix
The moon eclipse the sun, I do the same to the stupid lame
Crews who came looking to cop a shine But the losers ain't
Get illuminated they move in shame coz i blew the flame
Since daddys cold finger n H lagoon you all knew the name
Sever, And I'm getting ready to dead and bury
Many in the depth of demonic sands of the Serengeti
So say your prays and expect an ending I'm tearing any
Snare to shreds on heads of these pencil necks if they dare to test me
So yeah the west be a force to reckon we tore n shreddin
Mics like matadors when they cop the horns of a Taurus head in
So walk or step In the wrong direction its stomp ya head in
Psychabolix state pressing more then mute on ya awkward session
Youre all forgetting I am the butcher i aim to put cha
Brain beneath my sneaker and smash the shit like an anus pusher
So Take a look at the state of crooks imma slay n cook up
Straight cremate ya ass in a ash tin and it ain't the kutcher
Psych ward, Shakedown studios
Insideus with the grittiest
Whose killing this shit p city is
TPW All Day

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