WERD N DEEKO (S.O.S) - Bomb Threat lyrics

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This is Werd n Deeko

Scotland UK to Iowa US

This is a B-side beat

I grab your neck to grab your attention

I am a bastard

Rip out your eardrum if you don't recognize the accent

I dinny think your comprehending or understanding

Put us over the rest interpreted as a fraction

You hurting us when asking what happened to the mixtape

What happened to the people that said it would never happen

Coming up with the tracks the best Scotland's got to offer

We the number one franchise beat the Loch-ness Monster

We north of the border but we planning to expand

Want to blow so we doing ciphers with Taliban

Went to the record companies who wanna sign us am

Trying to pull strings and climb the charts like am Spiderman

I'm fucked-in my writers hand

It's not masturbation

When I move on new tracks like Edinburgh city station

Edinburgh cities favorite we are top two dead or alive

And that's just off the first mixtape

A lyricist rapper emcee slash writer

Slash faces a fighter tighter than virgin vaginas

Son am brighter fire for joints call me lighter

Kick the mic like miters till you dig it like miners

It's off the hook like miners when they breaking the law

Am no a battle rapper rather pager breaking your jaw

Scotland we breaking the wall we're the illest you saw

Want to play a fucking game we make it sicker than Saw

Cause dead in the middle of little Edinburgh city we stay busy

But we're still no heard of like a sound fucking bizzy

It's a pity pretty nippy and shitty

But we knew it was tricky

Get sick eh all you typically picky little kitties

Plus I wouldn't waste a little bitty pitiful breath

Trying to amend if I offend in the text

Dead class bomb threats hit the club and best bets

We gets nights jumping like they where on chess sets