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Kerser Old Matt

Cheap Sober - Evil Bitch

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Cheap Sober -  Evil Bitch

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Full version of Charlie Wilson I Know You're Tired of Loving
sigma nobody to love

I Know You're Tired of Loving - Charlie Wilson

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I Won't Leave - By Complete

Kerser Never Change Again

Lyrics:

(Defekt):
im completely infected, with diseases in need of injections
lethal asbestos, have you searching immediate exits
leader of peasants, undefeated with evil intentions
a team of aggressive people thriving on leaving you breathless
this flow aint even invented i leave the scene a mess
with the skill and heart of a beast we compete to death
you see the steps but this is what you need to do
build a reputation from the ground, not beneath our shoes
you stack your chips up, hoping for them big bucks
cut your wrist cunt, coz youve never had your dick sucked
fit sluts, wanna show how they perform the best
the warriors are coming on the faces of the audience
give me more or less, im given what my scenes demanded
we win the battle, and vanish we like to see you stranded
you dont need to tell me what its like to be abandoned
lets take the same amount of drugs just to see who's standing

(Hook):
every time we make a track another rapper freaks out (freaks out)
let em know that they should fucken have a seat now
aimin for a top spot but they'll never reach ours
please bow to us as we show you why weve been crowned

(Complete):
my characteristics are that of an arragont misfit
i'm the biggest ambassoder in this embarrisin buisness
it is apparent i'm vicious, so some rappers bite me,
like their parrots and think that my lyrics are crackers and biscuits
no comparasins listed, i'm the greatest sureley
rappers want me to play their music but its fake and corney
i'd rather join the asian porn scene
and smoke a coota stick in kuta with mercedes corby, and break her horse teeth
or have a major orgy with jason vorheez, thorpy, the geordie shore whores, 

samantha jade and maybe warnie
david blane and courtny love, lorde and fourty scopions placed in cory worthingtons 

anus to make him horney
my grave is waitin for me, the reaper is close
i was deceased as i wrote this, and came back on the beat as a ghost
the only reason i can speak what ive spoke
is through a weegie board defekt has, thats covered in peices of goat

(Hook):
every time we make a track another rapper freaks out (freaks out)
let em know that they should fucken have a seat now
aimin for a top spot but they'll never reach ours
please bow to us as we show you why weve been crowned


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Crowned - By Defekt & Complete

(Lyrics):
yo, my confidence levels low as its ever gotten
i need a hospital bed at home coz my head is throbbin
stressin lots and poppin some lexapro's for depression often
when this insomnia settles though i'll be gettin off em
then i stop em and my suicidal thoughts begin
so i abuse the booze that ima lose my vital organs in
when people say they like my music i will force a grin
but rap is so repetitive, a booth recycles more than bins
i cant afford a thing, i'm broke and i'm stuck with these fines
no license, no job and totally fucked in the mind
i cant apply for all these openings up in the mines
when just to lock a door i have to poke it or touch it three times
thats OCD for ya, thats OCD for ya
thats OCD for ya, see, its mostly been torture
disconnected feelin like a lonely sleep walker
i'm always coverin my hands in soap and clean water
i know its seems sorta dumb and excessive
but my thoughts are fucken demented, theres a hundred a second
theres nothin thats left for me to do but come to accept it
time to see another psych, once again question under assessment
stuck in a session as they analyze this anxious freak
incase i plan to cry, standin by's a handkerchief
and its like, every time i'm at the psychs my anger peaks
coz all i do's complain how sad my life is and repeat
can it be that i'm stuck in a trip
huh? i had a bit of acid once a kid
so what if none of this shit, fucken exists
and i'm just munted and sick, stuck in the grip of a drug that i did
always wonderin if i'm even alive
its like, maybe this is hell and as a teen i have died
or what if i'm an alien and its a dream i'm inside
and life on earth isnt even real, see this is why
I'm afraid that i cant cope, these pages of bars wrote, 
i would trade for a large rope or a blade in my parched throat,
I'm a slave to these darn smokes and the way that a flask soaks 
all the pain that i mask though its been breaking my heart most, 
coz i crave it and start moping and shaking and ask loads 
of my mates for a fast loan just to pay for a cask so 
i'm ashamed on a dark road where i stay in a glass home 
as i'm wasted and start throwing some majorly large stones...
the day that my arts known to be great as Picasso's
is makin its mark slow, i'm waitin as grass grows
my craniums half broken, remaining with half totes
amazing but part gross, am i crazy or smart? both
you get my songs, press play and my scars show
so strangers can grasp faith and relate to my past quotes
Australia's harsh poet, i bathe in a vast moat
where the rotting dead bodies of alligators and sharks float
I watch the stars glow, searchin for a sense of peace
i'm certain that this aint the person i was meant to be
mentally drained, nervous coz i'm tense and weak
my verses of depression seem like murderers, their sentenced heaps
i'm meant to sleep, but i'm busy procrastinating
and i'm shaking, tryna get rid of those massive cravings
why do my youtube videos lack the ratings 
others rappers videos have, it is so captivating
is it the tracks i'm making, do i winge too much
i tell myself 'Sheldon' everybody thinks you suck
your just a drop kick drinkin with a big huge gut
its true cunt, fix your fucken issues up
i misused drugs and now i'm regrettin it
alcohol found so i'm drownin my head in this
fountain, forever pissed, how can i ever quit
you just listened to the sound of patheticness

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The Sound Of Patheticness - By Complete

A track i did with Divine for his new mixtape 'My Life, Not Yours'

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Just Too Dope - By Divine (Feat. Complete)

Lyrics:
His name is Jason, and hes kinda impatient
an only child with a single mother tryin to raise him
but he'll lie her to face and, blame her for prior occasions
sayin she's the reason his dad left, and that gets her tired and shaken
he thinks fires amazin, he likes to play with sparklers
lob them in the air and let them drop to where his neighbours grass is
he aint an arsonist, but he often stares at flames regardless
maybe he's just gotten scared and not prepared to face the darkness
he's replaced his fathers presence with some drug abuse
he's only thirteen, he just reckons it can up his mood
enterin his mothers room to beg her for a buck or two
he see's her reading through a letter then she doesnt move
all of a sudden shoes are flyin over desks and her
hands are shaking, jason finds the note it says that the
doctors felt a lump inside her so they then scanned her
she says sweetie, ive been diagnosed with breast cancer


and I can feel you burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up in them flames
and i can you feel burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up and away


the cancer has spread, his mothers in pain and she's nauseous
jason ignores it when she's stuck with her face in the toilet
he aint the sort to have the guts to be brave and supportive
he thinks the chemo's doin nothin but makin her more sick
payin a fortune for all of her medication
his mother is nearly broke, no installments or credit payments
she falls in depression facin a wall that is never breakin
and the hospital says it will call when a bed is vacant
and then theres jason goin hard on the liquor
after half of pinger, barges in, startin an argument with her
he says he's starvin and sick of havin pasta for dinner
i asked for a zinger burger is that to hard to consider
after a bit of time his mothers in a hopsice
all of sudden shes becomin unresponsive
some doctors come runnin in, tho none of them are rostered
jason holds her hand as he stutters and just watches


and I can feel you burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up in them flames
and i can you feel burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up and away


jason is gutted, its the day of his mothers funeral
he doesnt lose his cool, being brave and more tough then usual
next to the open casket, sayin his mum is beautiful
kisses her on the cheek, and waits till the fucken room is full
then after the service, the coffin is taken
off to a vacant crematorium for proper cremation
as its placed into the cremator jason watches it blazin
then suddenly his stomach drops, he's stuck in shock and his body is shakin
he grabs the edge of his mothers casket and starts to scream
'''don't leave mum, sorry i'm such a bastard, please
i was harsh and mean, how do you turn this fucken thing off?
dont worry, ma, its me
help me get her out!'' its to fucken late
his grandmother hugs him and promises that his mum is safe
jason doesnt play with fire no more, that stuff he hates
coz every flame and lighter just reminds him of his mothers face



and I can feel you burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up in them flames
and i can you feel burn, i can feel you burn
your burnin up, burnin up, burnin up and away




Feel You Burn - By Complete

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Baby don't cut - Bmike

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Dear Dad- Bmike

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Bmike - Life in my stomach

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