Bias B - Last Straw lyrics

[Verse 1 - Pegz] From behind the walls, of a pathological labyrinth My thoughts astral-travelling, international gatherings Grappling my angle with a, shackle and grammar Biting off instincts of a warrior's manner Stab the high hat, like a bloodthirsty triad With my tag, put up Bias B and Hyjak The guarantor, dodging sh** like a matador Spitting MC's off stage like human cannibal Jabber jaw, bu*terfingers need practice Get a grip, or get thrown back like catfish Jack Darcy, rap raspy Snap nasty rappers like actors by paparazzi Give em salty tears, like the footsteps on faulty peers Jumping off the faulty bridge With the winning lighter ticket in the hands of their lonely kids They didn't even know exist [Verse 2 - Hyjak] This is the last straw, for the encore, start a bar brawl Play Russian roulette with ya head in front of the dartboard Evil ceremony masters in awe, for sure After a gla** or more we bend the rules like guitar chords *Well look what the cat dragged in* you can't imagine It's the half-retarded a** and smoke breathing dungeon dragon No time for lolly gagging, ay Peg' and Bias Let's get this set of pliers, get inside the studio, set it on fire I'll never retire, too rough for your play list Diss myself too much so my enemies can't say sh** Dangerous when faded so the average faces still stare Getting ripped off paint cubes, drag racing in wheel chairs Vision still impaired, method for raps whenever molesting tracks Pimp the beat without feathers in my hat If I ever met my match, I'd set it on fire Thrash instrumentals like rentals til we're wrecking the tires [Verse 3 - Bias B] I'll let you know I like to get them promos Everywhere I walk sport the Ecko logo People I don't know want me pose for the photo Drinking red wine and some be thinking I'm h*mo Just busting raps on tracks, watching the wack get worse Dropping their dacks for a crap each time they drop a verse Don't get me started, these half-hearted retarded ba*tards Are like that track on beeswax when me and Balans farted I got the quality, fine wine rhymes, you love it Others are cheaper than my video on Centre budget They getting cut like the Brothers Stoney with a nugget Make him wanna give up the mic and just say f** it! Now put that inside your rhyme book and smoke it And hope it smells better than it sounded on the day you wrote it Even if half of this sh** was chocolate coated Couldn't swallow one bar, double dipped and honey roasted [Outro Verse] B: Hyjak, Bias and Pegasus, three predators on the premises With uncontrollable microphone fetishes Every time I touch the mic I get this urge to speak So much sh** the mic will be smelling like turds for weeks H: Burn weed everyday, it's like a re-run These MC's come to battle and collapse like Bias B's lung P: Give me my Makita back 'Jak H: You must be dreaming from drinking cheap rum Bounce off each other like speed bumps P: It's the sh** starter, Ginger Megs, Ninja Pegz Bite the heads off Power Rangers and finger Feds H: Putting little kids to bed, how bout a drink instead? P: Where's my garlic bread man? H: Smoking garlic ay? P: Where's my 33 cents 'Jak? H: Ay what happened to that dollar man? B: Where's my money? Where's my money? H: Hahaha, we gonna the beer up in here! Ooh Wee!