Taskforce - House Of Flying Pens lyrics

{Chester P} Ring ring, ringing your bell like a fat monk Rap cats looking off key like a Datsun {Farma G} Bang bang, banging the drums like an animal Quick flash, flying by like a cannonball {Chester P} Click clack, battle cat slang for you rap bre's Rubbed off the mats face, sorta like the bat cave {Farma G} Kapow to ya skin like a scene out of Braindead Chopped off your head with a razor sharp wavelength {Chester P} Chop chop foul who fails who try again To step up to the cats in the house of flying pens {Farma G} Blam blam, mention the name and feel the tension Glam rock rappers on crack who claim pensions {Chester P} Ching ching, ringing your tills to stay fortified I'm in the house throwing knifes like a poltergeist {Farma G} Raaahh, meet a truе body snatcher Trick ya and trapped her in a satanic chaptеr {Chester P} I slip ya, I'm slasher, cold as Alaska Gas ya and stamp out your pretty boy banter Raps phantoms, McBane's in your spectrum Rain on the fanny rag rappers in collection {Farma G} Then hijack ya, smacks, slapped with a stereo Brutalised minds throw you off like a rodeo Raps phantoms, McBane's in your spectrum Rain on the fanny rag rappers in collection {Hook} In the house of the flying pens We stand strong, try again Tryna string our styles like violins Try again In the house of the flying pens Try again In the house of the flying pens In the house of the flying pens We stand strong, try again Tryna string our styles like violins Try again In the house of the flying pens Try again In the house of the flying pens {Chester P} Splish splash, crashing my craft on your cabaret Rolling up on ya, sorta like a hand grenade {Farma G} Whiplash, smashing apart the stars chart Arch nemesis, kicking your arse in three parts {Chester P} I'm a dark heart, pushing more keys than a piano Step into a temple of doom like Indiana {Farma G} And I'mma spark a desolation that could end your charade hey I'm the type of rapper who could piss on parades yo {Chester P} It's the same old, dirty and live on the up front Shoot you out the sky if you fly, like a duck hunt {Farma G} And it's the grime lord, nasty and high on a manhunt Break all your bones like Kneivel doing mad stunts {Chester P} I'm the daddy in your face like a long legs Slap you with a belt and hang you with a swans neck {Farma G} So fu*k precautions, get twist like contortionists Fight with the straightjacket tryna make a pay packet {Chester P} Rap kids, back in the trench with more strength Style's heavy and large, like Dawn French Blench as Incredible Hulk, the true genie I'll die in these chains that I wear, like Houdini {Farma G} Ey yo my rap styles big in the flesh like Geoff Capes The overgrown raven o' North on dubplates Makes break beats capable of crushing your brains Lights out, flying pens, it's the Brothers McBane {Hook} In the house of the flying pens We stand strong, try again Tryna string our styles like violins Try again In the house of the flying pens Try again In the house of the flying pens In the house of the flying pens We stand strong, try again Tryna string our styles like violins Try again In the house of the flying pens Try again In the house of the flying pens