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In appreciation to some take away we've been ordering from all week. Good 'ish. 

Town Kebab

Town Kebaba

"We go to Quazis?!" "Nah man, (fuck that) I'd rather die." "shit shit shit" 
"MEEEERT".

1 ,2 tarn crew. assemble in the club.
we gonna start our evening right by sipping jugs in the corner pin pub.
i feel the beat in my feet so i move my drunken soul to the opposing street.
we gonna rios baby, i'm gonna fuck some lady.
chart anthems all night long, gonna rage to every song. an establishment so strong, in rios you can do no wrong. getting my groove on, before we move on, a few pints then we motherfucking do one. time travel to retro yo, it's the best place we can go.
i see the cougars and we, feel like intruders, cos we, be giving them the eye like it's do or die i just want a piece of cougar pie. fuck opium, fuck lucorum, drink petroleum, burn with boredom. 
there's a place that's filled with misfits, it's the place i least want to visit.

they call it quazi's, i've been there before.
i tried to leave but i was stuck to the floor.
the sights i'm seeing should be against the law.
because i'm faced with gothic culture as soon as i walk in the door.

i hear the pop punk and i want to commit.
like you're stuck in 2002, you can't move on this club is shit.
bring back the room, i miss that place quite a bit.
cos now i walk in quazimodos and i feel like a tit.

let's go to quazi's, i'm like NO.
let's go to quazi's, don't make me GO.
let's go to quazi's, get out BRO.
it's full of prozzies, i'm going home. 

everybody wanna hear a little bit of metal 
letting of a bit of steam like your household kettle.
everybody moshing and causing destruction.
too many cheap drinks and now i feel i can't function.
the beer in here tastes like third world.
it's the same song 4 times i just heard.
the dj thinks his playlists sick, shouting slayer and giving him stick.
you don't play what we want to hear, the musics shite and so's your beer.
i think it's whack, but i always go back and that's the thing about town i fear. 
i lose my inhibitions and then lose my mind.
it's the same old quazis mission that i got to try and leave behind. 

instead of using those toilets
i'd rather fucking shit myself.
i wanna have a good night don't spoil it.
quazimodos not good for my health.

i'll kill myself if i have to.
it's the worst thing you can do.

CHRIS DARE
quazis..it's the worst thing you can do.

Written by Tha Experience Cru Collective. FT Chris Dare. 19th May 2012.

Everything is written in complete jest, enjoy.

QUAZIS

Parody about Bieber's new found Biss fame. Whack production, but we're having a biff and a laugh. 

Lyrics:
Justin: "Eyup mate, has tha got owt in Pal?"
Dealer: "Not til tomorrow dude, sorry."
Justin: "Not til Tomorrow?"
Dealer: "No pal, I've just sold my last eigth I'm afraid"
Justin: "Orh for fuck sake, do you know anybody else?"
Dealer: "No I don't, you cheeky bastard. Nar FUCK OFF."
Justin: "NOOOOOOO"
Dealer: "herherher"

His name is Justin Bieber, a teenage pop sensation.
But that motherfucker go crazy due to cannabis deprivation. 
The Paparazzi snapped him, while he was smoking weed. 
Now his fans are suicidal, cos that kiddy loves tha seed. 

He's hanging out with Ludacris and chillin' out with Usher.
Now Bieber loves that cannabis from being around a drug pusher.
You'll see him in the backstage with red eye. 
Cos all that little motherfucker thinks about is getting really bloody high.
Now he's like..

*Bieber Chorus*
Mary, Mary, Mary, Oh.
Just put the skunk in a pipe and give it a go.
Just plant some seeds and watch it grow.
I just want to get really high.

His fanbase are deluded, carving into their arms.
While winning all these grammys he be causing kids to self harm.
It's just a plant in a bit of paper, I'm too high now so save a Jay for later.
Getting sucked by Selena when I'm having a smoke.
Tap my ash on her back and then give it a poke.

The news is surrounding me like a vulture.
You'd think I was a spokesman for Gothic Culture.
It's not the time for suicide, put down your scissors and let's get pied.
I'm smoking and I'm choking and I'm living tha dream.
I'm on the motherfucking cover of Hello Magazine.
I don't give a fuck cos I'm a Belieber. 
Chill the fuck out and blast some reefer. 

Chorus.

When I was 18, I smoked my first bud.
I fell in love with this girl named Mary Jane, she became my pretty lady and she made me feel so good.
Bitch had me feeling lazy, oh I was mongstruck.
We wakin', bakin' daily, gotta get me high as fuck.
I bought a half pound, I skip a beat when my dealer's on the street.
To all my fans around the world, stop carving yourself like a piece of meat.
She know she got me blazin', this buddah so amazing. 
I don't give a fuck what you're saying.
My mary I'll keep on praising. 

duwas

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