Hock Tu

Brick Pelican, investing in getting rotten legless

Drink anything that's got an alcohol percentage

Morbid characters

Yelling in fear at the thought of happiness

I hold a shell to my ear and hear scenes of death

Hock beer breath, double jointed chain smoker

If I'm there, there'll be a strange odour in the air

Cold saggin', double as a retarded bastard

On his own asking 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 getting stoned, para and red eyed

Repping with my head in my hands but held high

Achieve nothing then I get drunk and celebrate

Chilling with O'Hare in the middle of nowhere, tryna push our demo tape

It's Brick Peli mate, tempting fate, using severed heads as bait

Got turned away at Heavens Gate

Like "fuck an entrance fee, I can get into Hell for free"

One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place

Laugh, then hock two in your face

One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place

Laugh, then hock two in your face

One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place

Laugh, then hock two in your face

One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place

Then hock two in your face

I had a nervous breakdown like Fu-Schnickens

Grew sick and abused izm to battle flu symptoms

Have a screw missing but I'll still take your bride

Just because you're a stool pigeon doesn't make you fly

Passionate pimping, Brick Peli Peli

Top of the food chain, ruler of the animal kingdom

Happily tripping to Hell and back

Rational thinking is only applied when I'm collecting scraps

You'll only find me with my mind at ease lighting 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, recording with my head backwards

Perhaps his brain's defunct, intellect shattered by the rotten apple cider

And only chain smoking 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

Something strange, mind state unexplained

La, lid, kid

One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place

Laugh, then hock two in your face

One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place

Laugh, then hock two in your face

One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place

Smile, then hock two in your face

One foot wrong, I quickly put your crew in their place

Then hock two in your face