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Mr Traumatik

Time For War

 

Time For War

(album: Dark Matters - Special Edition - 2019)


Yeah Yeah
Mr Traumatik
Drum and Bass
Dark elements

It's time for war
I'm gonna die for sure
I faced a hundred enemies
And I survived them all
I like to brawl
I'm not nice at all
I wrap my hands around your neck
I'm ripping out your spinal cord
It's time for war
You're gonna die for sure
I faced a hundred enemies
And I survived them all
I like to brawl
I'm not nice at all
I wrap my hands around your neck
I'm ripping out your spinal cord

Call me Mr. Contradictory
When you see me fighting
It's for peace
I mean literally
I punch him in his eyes, in his teeth
I'm giving em' injuries
Then I shake his hand
Give him a hug
Show him sympathy
(It's contradictory)
The voices in my head are talking shit to me
When you win, you really lose
And losing is a victory
When you lose, you learn a lesson
That's progression instantly
It's just a mystery
This world is contradictory
I punch an MC like I punch a block of ice
Dickhead
I shank you in your headtop and slice
I make a mess of you cause' I'm not precise
And I'm possesing you just like a poltergeist
When I'm going home
I'm chopping crops tonight
Then I'm serving food
I ain't talking pots of rice
I'm on about Swiss Blue Cheese
Buds are proper tight
The best cannabis you've smoked is not as nice
Drum and Bass I've been force fed
In one night I've done four sets
That's [?] world works with no herbs that's more stress
I need some lemon
That's powerful like horse legs
Fuck the police don't tell em'
I don't wanna see no more feds
I want more money
More bread
More women
More sex
You're shit
You're dead
I'll leave your head on the floor spread
(My gravel)?
All red
Time travel
Vortex
I'll put four Z's in a warhead
Then shank you up with some forceps
In the future my book will be an artifact
I'm teaching secret wisdom
Blud you're shit, your bars are crap
[?]
Send your soul to Mars and back
I've been going on gruesome blud since back in the day like heart attack
I'm evil, dark and mad
Send your soul to the afterlife
You won't see heaven, you won't see God
And you won't see paradise
Once I lose my temper
You have to die
Please don't piss me off you cunt
Cus' I'll make that sacrifice

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