Burd Cage Bangers

by Burd Brain

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Chorus I'm bringin dexies back they're so much cheaper than a bag of crack so i won't ever have to hit the sack I'm might just crush them up and have a rack Verse 1 When I step in the pub I'll be buzzin like a bee hive Showing everybody love rushing on the D5 Beer goes down like a glass of water and I f%$k like a champ you can ask your daughter motormouth mother f%$cker I dont stutter my speech and I'm looking pretty pale I been at it for weeks chain smokin winnie blues and I'm chewin some gum no ADD i just do it for fun on top of my game when i feel like this for the next 5 days I'ma feel like shit If you love droppin dexies clench your fist dont worry bout sleep you can give it a miss suicidal thoughts what I do last night feel my heart beat my chest real tight this pills are lasting way to long I'll have to smoke a thousand bongs Chorus I'm bringin dexies back they're so much cheaper than a bag of crack so i won't ever have to hit the sack I'm might just crush them up and have a rack Verse 2 Well I'm 10 times smarter and 9 times stronger get me in the sack I'll last 5 times longer can't eat can't sleep got mud guts they give these to kids these doctors are are dumb cunts they cause anxiety aggression and depression but i still keep droppin em i never learn my lesson you can chase up some coke or pay double for speed I'ma drink a 6 pack and drop a couple of D's so whats ya name Linburd emcee who do ya roll with BYP where are you from 6163 are these things gunna work just wait you'll see so whats your name its niccy fear and who do you roll with OGF crew and where ya from like just around here how many do ya want I can only get 2 Chorus I'm bringin dexies back they're so much cheaper than a bag of crack so i won't ever have to hit the sack I'm might just crush them up and have a rack
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Verse 1 Ayo I burn cunts better call a himen fireman pussies die when I line em and dynamite em got the best bars tight lines telstra service you need better bars your all virgin learners burd cage burners I work in a furnace deep underground but I lurk near the surface perth is my personal circus All you clowns get drowned and emerced in my verses rappin is your job take a day off work less plastic see through dull edge perspex they cant handle the anthem so I'ma kidnap fans make plans for the ransom Shit happens with valium and zanex pull out my wang make ya G spot panic its automatic I'm some sought of falic symbol quite nimbol when I let loose at it Chorus I could make ya head spin propper enter the realm of the 10 pill popper nada what I gotta tell to a copper chop up the weed pen me tree lopper straight from the bottom of the pile I'm rockin out def when I rock all style Straight from the bottom to the top pop another lobber no bother dont stop Verse 2 They call me big macadocious pimp hand forocious five fingers of flame kick back explosive impact ya nose if ya miss a pavement keep my hoes on the lawn reticulation yeh you know me as Sean the only fly motherfucker on a street with a dime piece mowin his lawn and landscaping pullin out weeds one pourin up my liquor and another she be pullin out weed please even if you think you are you aint really even fit to light a pimp cigar built bigger than the kid Brett Hart ans I'm bout to shoot my kids on you like Chris Benour Harsh kinda like a billy of res Take ya breath away like a horse kick to the chest I want the biggest of breasts up in the littlest dress I got you chicken head chicken fed given me eggs Chorus I could make ya head spin propper enter the realm of the 10 pill popper nada what I gotta tell to a copper chop up the weed pen me tree lopper straight from the bottom of the pile I'm rockin out def when I rock all style Straight from the bottom to the top pop another lobber no bother dont stop stop Verse 3 Ayo theres no one more real on the mic than Deezy takin emcees down quicker than the desert easy f%$k it desert eagle point blank when he speaks to you no cielings in this house get so high you can't reach the dude just preach the truth no wack c%$ts reach the booth DS fam's name ringin a bell if not then you really aint livin too well its either that or you live in a well your not feelin too well a sick cunt not like me though ya down in ya cells I'm up in my bars set on the stars get the message I be headin for Mars put ya head in a jar then I get in the car need a second just to get it to start take a weapon just to get to my heart even then your gunna step in the dark I keep ahead of every emcee leave em dead in the past dont regret em just forget em they could never get past Chorus I could make ya head spin propper enter the realm of the 10 pill popper nada what I gotta tell to a copper chop up the weed pen me tree lopper straight from the bottom of the pile I'm rockin out def when I rock all style Straight from the bottom to the top pop another lobber no bother dont stop stop stop
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Verse 1 My brain simmers like microwave dinners hate beginners chasin women high grade pillar product for the market hunger pain starvin wanna know my name well that depends who's askin step to the crime scene tamper with the evidence big squirt of visene stomp like elephants steppin up to my team roll like presidents tele on the wide screan holds no relevents back to the old school shake hands firmly look me in the eye if you ever try to burn me the burd with the worm you know I rise early fly with a burley smile quite pearly ching watch this kids windmill swing bling bling ding a ling on ya chinny chin chin never clip my wings the outlaw glider step into the ring with the southpaw fighter Verse 2 Yo I trippin out wiggin out 3 in the mornin take caution my brain stallin but I'm still ballin whilin out no definition to the lines I'm spittin but I'm still kickin still blitzin you better listen cunt when I'm spittin drunk slurrin words like I never give a f%$k uh I got flow like I'm packin a punch I'm born as the devil raised in the heavens remembered as a legend I'm down to the end son brewin up a storm just somethin out of the norm I'm life after death like I've died and was reborn Chorus Runnin from the sun playin hind and go seek the only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep Runnin from the sun playin hide and go seek The only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep Its early in the mornin but its too late to go to sleep too late to be blazin weed too late to be countin sheep what I'm sayin is ts early in the mornin but its too late to go to sleep too late to be blazin weed too late to be countin sheep what I'm sayin is Verse 3 Its like 24/7 with a heavy course weapon a steady floor steppin I'm a petty poor peasant yo my brain is fried its burned alive cone after cone of that grown inside yo its that hydro skunk so f%$kin light it up I'm that hypo c%$t without the tightest blunt so what push crew we aint motherf%$kin finished yet spittin while we kickin habits like a cigerette on the internet known to spit a set bring ya best you invest never get respect got the token text just didnt know it yet didnt pose a threat just a bogan with a polo neck place ya poker bet see how stoned ya get its Big Tybes I'm the motherf%$kin local wreck in the zone on my throne in the stormy sea on my own or punchin cones with Paulie P Verse 4 While emcees are yawning at 3 in the morning I pull the wig off spin it off and Shane Warne them ignore them spit more flem with more than ya average aboriginal fortune slick talkin got you quick walkin and my clique's talkin cos we footballin all my hoody pushed up with the spliff drawin all night on the drink next day with the shrink gettin high like a blimp hang out with David Lynch stay blue like velvet booze type health kick noongah glue health stick bell fast bell shit Original Fortune Paulie P Back Yard Posse Sozai no sleep Original Fortune Paulie P Back Yard Posse Sozai no sleep Chorus Its early in the mornin but its too late to go to sleep too late to be blazin weed too late to be countin sheep what I'm sayin is Runnin from the sun playin hind and go seek the only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep Runnin from the sun playin hide and go seek The only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep Verse 5 Euthenasia in our skill ill raps will kill introduce you to the music bangin beats ya feel we fryin like steaks baked medium rare its 6 of the sickest emcees we don't care number 1 be scared be aware of Niccy Fear If ya hiding in the dark it won't help he's here number 2 in the crew Big Tybes big rhymes bringin music to ya ears like windchimes number 3 its me I'm the realest emcee I take you to another place and set ya free number 4 be the rawest to hit the floor Linburd he's the rawkus that torches all number 5 freeze time stop ya dead in ya tracks Paulie P taken the scene unforeseen attacks number 6 mad tricks with the tick tick boom production like this shine on kid kid shroomz Chorus Runnin from the sun playin hind and go seek the only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep Runnin from the sun playin hide and go seek The only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep Its early in the mornin but its too late to go to sleep too late to be blazin weed too late to be countin sheep what I'm sayin is Its early in the mornin but its too late to go to sleep too late to be blazin weed too late to be countin sheep what I'm sayin is Its early in the mornin Runnin from the sun playin hind and go seek the only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep Its early in the mornin Runnin from the sun playin hind and go seek the only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep what the only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep what only time I'm up early is when I don't sleep what
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Chorus Do the fingerbang, do the fingerbang We're gunna get that pussy wet, do the fingerbang Do the fingerbang, do the fingerbang Not gunna put it in just yet do the fingerbang Verse This will only take a second listen up its easy when its properly done nobody will ever call you sleazy we fingerbang on the daily, fingerbang on the weekly wont hear this on the radio wont see this on the TV now listen I leave it wet for ya boy later dont worry bout ya toys and ya vibrators fingerbang sees five fingers all five flavours got it like that I'ma pull ya strings Vagina violin rockin jewels and rings have a little look might've left some bling holdin my hand tryna pull it in but you got a boyfriend go have sex with him Bridge Fellas shake it out Fellas shake it out we got that 5 finger discount Ladies loosen up we got that 5 finger discount Fellas shake it out Ladies loosen up Fellas shake it out ladies loosen up we got that Chorus Do the fingerbang, do the fingerbang We're gunna get that pussy wet, do the fingerbang Do the fingerbang, do the fingerbang Not gunna put it in just yet do the fingerbang Verse get your index and your middle finger keep em close you can fingerbang with your fingers you cant fingerbang with your toes fingerbang to the left, fingerbang to the right fingerbang if its loose you can fingerbang if its tight now blow my whistle Understand this bang so simple your a star I'ma make you twinkle Undivided you say your single even if ya not I'ma make you feel hot My cocain tingle the best on the block Get you wetter than the weather when the rain don't stop I remain on top make the pussy say pop that fingerbang is what the ladies want Chorus Do the fingerbang, do the fingerbang We're gunna get that pussy wet, do the fingerbang Do the fingerbang, do the fingerbang Not gunna put it in just yet do the fingerbang
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Burd Brain half man half animal born in an alley way ratbag avenue this means I got a ratbag attitude no big surprise that I grew up to be a rapper too Hammy Hill got barb wire fence Every boy in the hood got half fried friends they would smoke more but you can't light stems and nobody leaves til the shard pipe bends wipper wang terrorist, gang bang specialist cruisin in a white VN up mount everest standing on the apex thinking I'm the cleverest sleep when a dead I'm alive so I never rest not sober when I fight you pool stick retna high IQ curve ball strike one strike two I'm way too fly so I glide right through I'm ghost Nicholas Patrick Swayzee with the rap script but this aint a act bitch when I feel the beat hit make me spit with a fat lip ratbag kid around me keep your baggy zipped 26 red baggy jeans thats some hammy shit no flexifit just little clips at the back of it cross coloured up starter caps this is how we did kicks with the ticks make em quick when they gank ya shit Aaw shit guess who's back like the small pox heavy hittin like a sack full of door knobs hit the pad write a blockbuster small time terrorist hit ya pad in a crop duster what fucker I'm the bomb your the lack luster damn it I'm a snatch grabber you a sack toucher faggot I'm a dank puffer you a sack toucher get it I'm a roast dinner you a packed luncher I kick back and smoke it up like some black rubber hit the ..... and slow it down like a bad puncher we in the belly of the beast like its last supper 13 deep and we eatin like the last supper my dad came from a long line of black hunters your dad came from a long line of black hunters I chin check a red neck tryna act gutter get it in then i bail out like a bank brother No actin right too concerned with appetite infacuated by a maccas sign apple pie it seems I overdosed on diet coke and tried to smoke some dope that turned my life colidascope am I a joke only funny with a punchline but trust me aint nuthin funny when its lunchtime miss mack sent a gift pack with nick nacks six jacks n tick tacks n pig fat so sit back sickest emcee's in the west no contestant game so tight no host no contestant I catch phrases like Burgo in this bitch while you catch aids like ya murdering ya bitch eeeeeeew Aw shit, mr Ds on the murder route The superstar rapper that you never heard about I don't even lift but I got your girl around And she's tryna bench press my weights... Work it out we a force like gravity ya have to except that now she's always goin down manic depressent huh Your crew has sleepovers, fluff pillows and talk on em Me and Sean like sub zero and scorpion Clean the floor with Nuff rappers then walk on em My balls the shit, your mouths playing the porcelain - pause That's a mouthful, house rules Brang it back home cuz the South needs a scoundrel Now I plot the future while I'm living in a flash back You compile your deepest thoughts and stick em in a hash tag Dumb, and I ain't getting with that So I'm out, classic A with the tip of the hat like that
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Verse 1 I'm on a crash course I need direction recorrection I lost my mind lost my road map need an intervention need to release the tension I'm been meanin to mention tunnel vision got me guessin every intersection see me in the reflection you call me candy man I got evil intentions automotive avolanche you're losin years every second through the bandage dents in the doors don't display all the damage (done) crash course course crash burd cage burners produce more ash smoke bellow flame yellow raw fact whats that you bought crack now your lungs all back you're wack bumper to bumper I'm undermined and under paid multiply divide its all a numbers game a hundred ways to die doin a hundred k's time flies through the eyes of a hurricane Chorus On a crash course like Shaq to a back board cats all front so we smash through the back door what the f%$ks up what the f%$ks up now adrenalin pumped up ready for the blood rush on a crash course like Shaq to a back board mass force get your head smashed through the dash board what the fucks goin down adrenaline pumped up ready for the blood rush Verse 2 I'm that 3 zone misfit I speak flows wicked and I see so clear that my speech goes vivid peeps treat my tracks like its tevo vision so i repeat raps and watch your weed go missin I don't reach no limits and I leave no witness I hit beast mode switch and then unleash blows vicious emcees no gimmicks over cheap clone lyrics get thrown in the trash like some week old biscuits you gotta hit them with a what the f%$ks up now get split with some nun chucks and clipped like a buzz cut time to run a muck I'm encaged in ya burbs blazin the words in the cage with the burd its a danger to earth but I'm savin the world I invade your DNA amd put plagues in your cells I'm enraged with the fakers that lack thor claimin they rap raw smash lords'll take your flash porche Chorus On a crash course like Shaq to a back board cats all front so we smash through the back door what the f%$ks up what the f%$ks up now adrenalin pumped up ready for the blood rush on a crash course like Shaq to a back board mass force get your head smashed through the dash board what the fucks goin down adrenaline pumped up ready for the blood rush Verse 3 My rhymes are dynamite you try to find a guy as nice as Harv up on the microphone the silence grows sparks colide half these guys are part desgized I'm passing lines like nah its fine a mastermind who crafted wise delivery at bargain price hard to find kid with the quiver of the sharpest five cast a fly straight flush suck em up pass the prize ask me why I'm here I'll tell a bunch of lies end up on die the fuck on out the frame with my knuckles high duckin swipes cry and put ya head low and glide through a set load of fresh for ya deck in effect check steps I'ma echo through the block cross the Westgate Bridge contagious with a strain of that ape shit wasted hate bred heathen who sleeps in your basement disgraced with the state of the scene that he's placed in creatin a base for his team of invaders crazed with an aim to keep it invasive Chorus On a crash course like Shaq to a back board cats all front so we smash through the back door what the f%$ks up what the f%$ks up now adrenalin pumped up ready for the blood rush on a crash course like Shaq to a back board mass force get your head smashed through the dash board what the fucks goin down adrenaline pumped up ready for the blood rush
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Verse 1 Snipes I go hard in the booth I always come wit it oh you wanna f%$k with the shooter bitch then come get it I'm original I always got somethin different everything bigger in texas my nuts are hung different 12 hours straight in the studio with Linney I don't play no windows in that bitch kid cutty is it night or day the booths cloud 9 all the time cos its how I stay stay away with all the drama you tryna blow my high away I've slept on the hard dirt puttin the hard work to increase the amount of how much are my bars worth I can see the bitch in you come on step up to the plate I bring it to you hard trick east Dallas White Rock Lake I love this hip hop music not in it for the fame G I'm usually pretty chilled you don't wanna see me angry Hip hop's turned gay look man don't blame me I speak so much truth the government probably wanna hang me Verse 2 Every clown in P town wanna be down where the circus at come round anytime brother where my lurkers at they're probably burnin crack still tryna learn to rap lightglobe gymnastics yeh thats one way to hurt your back under the radar I'm creepin in nameless chasin my dreams so I'm sleepin in trainers if ya see me you can throw up your dubs not in a cali way SnipeShooter reppin the south no where near Adelaide I'm a big tough rapper up on facebook chat when i hit the space bar hear my speakers go blat a tat tat so what you lookin at muf%$ckers come get it I'm bringin D's back and a buzz come wit it when you riding the dick like a bikie chick i get high air max nike tick fat white line to sniff show me where the cypher is lifes a bitch stick in one digit make her come wit it Verse 3 Say Burd Man what have ya heard man yeh Hip hop these days is full of these nerds man all these pencil pushin pussies need a curfew I'll put them in a bad place with nobody to turn to these joints will burn through they need to learn fool that all that lying gon come back haunt and burn you yeh so dry up your eye lids theres no time for crying my lines are designed to set fire where your hiding and we know where you're residing our style you'll be biting striking nightly quick like its lightning I stick to my nikes my lunch box is empty the king of the party i'm drunk off the pepsi and rum now your done time to run the land of guns is where I'm from these girls love my pogo stick cos I make them come come with it now push the fader to the upper limit got your eyes on the prize then come get it bitch come wit it
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released May 27, 2013

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