TORNTS - Poison

Executed by HEATA 2013.

Available on iTunes, Bandcamp and many other sites as a digisingle....accapella and instrumental available as well.
https://itunes.apple.com/au/album/poi...

New Tornts single 'Poison' taken from his forthcoming album out mid 2013 thru Broken Tooth Entertainment and distributed by Obese Distribution.
Produced by Kharnivor, mixed and mastered by 2Bladez.


LYRICS

I'm the beast's son Hell's Burn well learned hawk, saw ya lips move but we never heard ya talk, must be because you meant nothing, babble, metaphors? my whole fuckin life's been a battle, cunts say their crew's this and all that, without the internet you'd just be another prat, you aint doing nothing to me let's get that established, i'm a spinning chainsaw, what are you? matchsticks, get it straight through your thick cerebellum, had a quick little drink my cuz said fuckin tell 'em, that they can't compete they're weak eunuchs, i do this for hustlers growing weed in their units, of course off the grid, hope ya bag it up and moneys tall proper big, Melbourne brother it's the city you know what it is, show respect i'm known as one of the illest rhymers, fuck the pigs.

(HOOK x2)
One bottle down, another bottle down, go....only devils 'round here no halos, chop it down twist it up spark a fuckin flame, pick ya poison living in the fast lane.

Run ya yap i hope the rest of you comes equipped, 'cos i'm a real gun and your raps are full of shit, punchlines references you's a fuckin nerd, librarian motherfucker, office herb, you seem shook in the real world kinda shy, without a stage or a camera...squashed fly, we aint got hate for ya? sure die, full of jokes real funny bugs bunny type, get rid of that bit of litter in a fitted hat, spit it for the kids with bitter outlooks and shivs and tatts, just living facts, fans sitting back with the sussed racks and the shoe box stash of stacks, you aint in my altitude...only sea level, don't copy what i do....you's a sweet petal, sorry brother you are who? relax settle, some cunts seem confused off the ice pebbles.

(HOOK x2)
One bottle down, another bottle down, go....only devils 'round here no halos, chop it down twist it up spark a fuckin flame, pick ya poison living in the fast lane.