Illegal Rap Lyrics – TheQueezyDuck
Singer: TheQueezyDuck
Title: Illegal Rap
Got no girls on my telephone
So i got my bottle of chloroform
Now they all be at my home
They always calling me bad
But i got a bomb in my bag
Now they run away like rats
Oh my god, it’s the queezy flavour
Break you more than my heart which i gave her
Bars hit hard, put you in a deep coma
Your rhymes fake, like your internet persona
Punching p, yung salt in the house
No chance of you getting a spouse
I got no limits, you little timid
I bet i’ll finish you in minutes, now dj spin it
Eating steak and cheese for my feast
Droppin bombs but it ain’t the middle east
Run into the bank with my piece, no police
Ask for the cheese, count and crease, account increased
If you was a triangle, you’d be obtuse
Cause your belly be bigger than your hypotenuse
Jeejo – (ok queezy, we done, anything else for us)
Nah i got nothing, lets get to the chorus
Got no girls on my telephone
So i got my bottle of chloroform
Now they all be at my home
They always calling me bad
But i got a bomb in my bag
Now they run away like rats
I spit hot bars quite fast and eloquently
While you touch ‘cupcakes’ at the elementary
I was raised in binley eating at the ‘mega chippy’
If i see an opp, then i dispose of him quickly
All my opps are quite daft and plastered
While my knife skills are entirely mastered
I bomb my toilet like the ira
I say i’m getting milk but i’m driving far away
My game so smooth like cheddar cheese
I don’t drink lean but earl grey tea
When i’m online, i tell people touch grass
But you’re on house arrest for the girls you harass
Pull up to parliament with the conservative party
Nick the wallet of the labour mp
Leave you in the backrooms like boris left europe
Head to yer mum’s cus we’re ‘aving a hook-up
Hol up, that a cop i hear?
Like yo dad i’m bout to disappear
On the highway, with my mind clear, got a cold beer
Right here, fifth gear, like a brigadier
Grasp my money, in my arms, while i munch on lucky charms
At the farms, hear alarms, and pull out my firearms
When i read the classics, like the wimpy kid
Makes me want to steal, 160,000 quid
Ditch my car, gas too high anyway
You mess with us, you won’t live another day
They really after us, i’mma hop on a plane
The asylum’s not for me, i’m not really insane
Got to do this quickly, don’t want this going bad
Asked for four parachutes, and two hundred racks
Land in a small town, cops all around, things going down
Lose my crown, with a frown, thumbs down
Got no girls on my telephone
So i got my bottle of chloroform
Now they all be at my home
They always calling me bad
But i got a bomb in my bag
Now they run away like rats
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