Noru - Thunderfucc Lyrics

Cock the Glock and pop it 'cause I'm just a f*cking rocket
Who's scraping out the gack from the ten mil socket
Mandy, Mary-Jane and Molly riding 'round in stolen trollies
I don't know which way I'm going due to lack of serotonin
Popping Don Perignons dusk 'til dawn and I'm gone
But I'm sweet to the beat
Bag a couple millies feeling sweet to the beat
Excuse the double entendre guess we'll blame it on the marijuana
F*ck a wannabe emcee trying to mimic me
I'll rip their f*cking best bars to bits literally
Contort the f*cking shit to make you see some twisted imagery
Some people think of rap when you mention a word like chivalry
But do not get it twisted I've the biggest pile of empathy
So I don't want no SJW's to try and empty me
From Dublin, Galway, Cork to Down
The way I flip the flow up just try to predict the sound
Smoking trainwreck with a little thunderf*ck
Life's looking good so I guess I'm on the up and up
Met a bad bird, she's a rude ting but all her hoodwinks are leading to major mood swings so f*ck that
And F*ck a nine to five I've been on my grind since '99
F*ck a nine to five I've been on my grind I've been on my grind

Sounding like a robot that got clamped by the scrot
See the circuit's now the circus 'cause this shit's a f*cking joke
When you claim you're rockstars but even Pearl Jam had an even flow
All these f*cking lil's are like parasitic lil nematodes
Pop 3 beans in their lean as clean as Charlie Sheen
Snot nosed cunts need a couple antihistamines
Another f*cking bar about how your diamonds are glistening
And I don't understand why there's motherf*ckers still listening
Your producers, engineers they should out-clout you
I'd love to hear the sort of shit acapella you'd spew
While you had the f*cking nerve to give Makaveli a two
How'd you have the f*cking nerve to give Makaveli a two
When you don't spit shit you dribble upon the beat
And even though I'm hungry I'm waiting before I eat
Praying to the Lord for my soul to f*cking keep
Praying to a Lord that I don't even believe no more
At least I can find my chin and my teeth aren't sore no more
And seeing that my family's happy helps me even more
'Cause I adore them, and I don't wanna mourn them
Nor do they wanna mourn me so I'll see them in the morning
F*ck sipping yack and having panic attacks
While tripping off the shrooms thinking I'm trapped in the bathroom
But you should see the way the glass moves it's got class moves

Every time the cops come we'd run
Now I'm watching Cops reruns on the TV
The thought of paramilitaries giving me heebie-jeebies
So many crazy stories you wouldn't even believe me, ah
Skinny f*cker so sick and he flows quick, ha
No shit bitch
Yet every time I'm 'round the dirty bitch I need to itch my dick
But that's just nothing more than simple quick arithmetic
See if one plus one equals two if the shoe fits
Come on baby let's act like Shady and f*cking lose it
See I'm feeling like a nuisance to everyone surrounding me
As I spend my time compounding these multisyllabic rhyming schemes
I've been so f*cking complacent and lately my mind's been racing
As I hear the same shit on every radio station
Being heard across the nations it's a transatlanic pace I race
I blast a f*cking joint and then I'm flying off to outer space
Get the f*ck up out my face it's really hard to keep this pace
And I can't let a single ounce of oxygen to go waste
Tell me how the cobra tastes