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Find me around the last house on the left In a car, with a dark figure, cigar and hard liquor Harbinger, bar spinner, far sicker, fightin em You aint up to par with this hard hitting bastard This after charred remains, the basket case who cant remain With half these names just after fame Park ya fame in the corner, ya shake You lookin like ya bitch period late Last behaviour, duct tape and taser My flavour, laughin at the deaths in the paper Your saviour, role model, creature, teacher Sendin motherfuckers to ether I'm feelin like fuck this, fuck that, fuck him, fuck her Fuck the beats, of course, fuck the world aye I got a bitch slap for everyone who want it And this is the pure product We the reason you quit, we the reason you spit, We the reason you aint worth shit Cant believe the thought or fact the Oars are back We the reason MC's leave peaceful We the reason We the reason We the reason ya crew aint shit We the reason We the reason SongtexteWe the reason ya crew aint shit My broad slam, the fuckin face of your Fam Like give up that walkman now walk man Now you half steppin in the mine field Full of blind rappers and past efforts Of veterans ideals Theres no hidin, the odds of surviving A drunk drive grindin with five cunts piled in Spin, hit the island, bright lights to walk toward the hospital ward Where they lay silent Bright lights to walk toward they lord Driver escapes unscathed and walks from court I'm from the place where they expect me to be An excessary to a fetal bashing excessary But fuck it, I'ma go against the grain You know the name, I'm the picture of health Stuck inside a broken frame A Funkoar, pissed on this binge drinker On my bucks night stickin bitches with my ring finger We the reason you quit, we the reason you spit, We the reason you aint worth shit Cant believe the thought or fact the Oars are back We the reason MC's leave peaceful We the reason We the reason We the reason ya crew aint shit We the reason We the reason We the reason ya crew aint shit Who wants to battle, I'll leave you face down in a dark alley Look into the eyes of death through a blood stained belly Hack the women 'till the hatchet turns red I wont let you die, I'll show you things worse than death Ice pick to the knees to take out the two limbs So the ligaments trail out the back like loose shoe strings And this is how we do things on a blood stained pavement This aint Wes Craven I'm the right hand of Satan This aint the main stream, this some dirty back corner We on top of the food chain, crowned the kings of this rap order Think that aint true, that's some funny shit I only rock shows to find a pretty bitch to bump uglys with Hon's some scummy shit, brush the crum from my shoulder And use my nuts to paint ya girls body like a whole car Get them hands up like David Blain made em levitate And make some noise for the Oars, Australian hip hop heavy weights We the reason you quit, we the reason you spit, We the reason you aint worth shit Cant believe the thought or fact the Oars are back We the reason MC's leave peaceful We the reason We the reason We the reason ya crew aint shit We the reason We the reason We the reason ya crew aint shit (Thanks to chelseagrin for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania