Hock Tu
Mr. Wrong
GENRE
Brick Pelican, investin' in gettin' rotten legless
Drink anything that's got an alcohol percentage
Morbid characters
Yellin' in fear at the thought of happiness
I [?] shelter my ear and hear scenes of death
Hock beer breath, double jointed chain smoker, if I'm there
There'll be a strange odor in the air
Cold saggin', double as a retarded bastard
On his own askin' questions that can't be answered
Loot stores, leave exit wounds when I spit paper balls through straws
Don't plan on being a someone
Out my face and don't know what the fuck on, just wrong
This is my attempt at a love song
Sick of gettin' stoned, para and red eyed
Reppin' with my head in my hands but held high
Achieve nothing then I get drunk and celebrate
Chillin' with old hare in the middle of nowhere tryna push our demo tape
It's Brick Peli mate, temptin' fate, usin' severed heads as bait
Got turned away at Heavens Gate
Like "fuck an entrance fee, I can get into Hell for free"
[Hook]
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Then hock tu in your face
[Verse 2]
I had a nervous breakdown like Fu-Schnickens
Grew sick and abused izm to battle flu symptoms
Have a screw missin' but I'll still take your bride
Just because you're a stool pigeon doesn't make you fly
Passionate pimpin', brick peli peli
Top of the food chain, ruler of the animal kingdom
Happily trippin' to Hell and back
Rational thinkin' is only applied when I'm collectin' scraps
You'll only find me with my mind at ease lightin' trees
This is no "how are you, I'm fine" type of steez
It's some ill shit
Rock hard hats and turn smoke spots into construction sites when we build spliffs
Undead bastard
Twisted neck, recordin' with my head backwards
Perhaps his brain's defunct, intellect shattered by the rotten apple cider
And only chain smokin' contaminated skunk blunts
I punch lumps out of a face for fun, punk
Erm, drunk off Goblin
Diss you and ask myself what the fucks my problem
Somethin strange, mind state unexplained
[Hook]
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Smile, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Then hock tu in your face
Drink anything that's got an alcohol percentage
Morbid characters
Yellin' in fear at the thought of happiness
I [?] shelter my ear and hear scenes of death
Hock beer breath, double jointed chain smoker, if I'm there
There'll be a strange odor in the air
Cold saggin', double as a retarded bastard
On his own askin' questions that can't be answered
Loot stores, leave exit wounds when I spit paper balls through straws
Don't plan on being a someone
Out my face and don't know what the fuck on, just wrong
This is my attempt at a love song
Sick of gettin' stoned, para and red eyed
Reppin' with my head in my hands but held high
Achieve nothing then I get drunk and celebrate
Chillin' with old hare in the middle of nowhere tryna push our demo tape
It's Brick Peli mate, temptin' fate, usin' severed heads as bait
Got turned away at Heavens Gate
Like "fuck an entrance fee, I can get into Hell for free"
[Hook]
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Then hock tu in your face
[Verse 2]
I had a nervous breakdown like Fu-Schnickens
Grew sick and abused izm to battle flu symptoms
Have a screw missin' but I'll still take your bride
Just because you're a stool pigeon doesn't make you fly
Passionate pimpin', brick peli peli
Top of the food chain, ruler of the animal kingdom
Happily trippin' to Hell and back
Rational thinkin' is only applied when I'm collectin' scraps
You'll only find me with my mind at ease lightin' trees
This is no "how are you, I'm fine" type of steez
It's some ill shit
Rock hard hats and turn smoke spots into construction sites when we build spliffs
Undead bastard
Twisted neck, recordin' with my head backwards
Perhaps his brain's defunct, intellect shattered by the rotten apple cider
And only chain smokin' contaminated skunk blunts
I punch lumps out of a face for fun, punk
Erm, drunk off Goblin
Diss you and ask myself what the fucks my problem
Somethin strange, mind state unexplained
[Hook]
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Laugh, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Smile, then hock tu in your face
One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place
Then hock tu in your face
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