Dia de Les Murtos (Remastered)

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