The Morgue by Rum Committee Lyrics
[verse 1]
Dat Dastardly
Old time bastard
Banger, what, black
HAHAHAHA
RUM COM, yo, what
It starts off in a dark spot
Passing the time with the harsh grob [?]
Can't stop stop sparring with artists, the par off
Targets at large get scarred to the last clock
Your chance gone get smashed like a glass bong
Glass bong from bar bomb with a heart
Rum nasty com just spiced plots
Cop it lasting long
Advance faster than Lancelot
Enhanced disaster rum diff pass the party so
Dance along even after the bar has stopped
When i call time you can shop and drop
We can’t be watched
We bite like dogs
At you cast the flop *bark*
Harder than the barns dob masser
Backup, rum com, who's that? that's us
1 2, 1 2, mic check, backup
Attack you with your manner with a hammer to your bladder
Turn your stereo to mac to pack
A very broken back
Embarrassing you maggots ‘cause we heavy over tracks
Yeah, bury blokes with chat ‘cause with every boast you rap
I’ll dig the dirt out of your grave and leave it open you'll collapse
So when u buried in the dirt
I'll be buried in your skur
Castle buried it's absurd
Meth is scaring all the bloods
Tearing all you nerds
Mad hads like protactive
Switching on the police
Man handle the rap scene
[Chorus]
When it's all for the ruiners
U to the phoric
M for the movement
My crew is a [?]
C for the coke
With the rum yeah it's for it
O for the smoke ring
M for the morgue bitch
R for the [?]
U to the phoric
M for the movement
My crew is a [?]
C for the coke
With the rum yeah it's for it
O for the smoke ring
M for the morgue bitch
[verse 2]
Vomit like a butterfly
Stinging like a stab wound
Swallow cities whole like moving african sand dunes
Feed us like bad news my spits python constrict
Hit lighting quick
Like twin japanese fighting sticks
Vocab massive
Fibbin' then i missable
Original with diction since the scissors snipped the umbilical
Pity the pitiful
Blink a drinking ritual
Committee’s the stink in a piffy
That shits habitual
Rum com feelings make you listen if you feeling it
We go back to swinging if you wanna make a meal of it
Cause we chopping if you you cop it split it
Cook it on the grotty skillet
Lot of spitting sloppy lyrics
Rum committee squash it kill it
Sucky kidneys wanna scrim these ‘cause they eat a lot of spinach
Pocking up your proper shit predictions and i squash your spirit
And it’s clearest that committee is busted
Hitting up your sisters and your missus and off spring
Cropping hot shit
Bosh through your mosh pit
Don't give a toss ‘bout cop
Still crush kids
What bitch
This is where it properly starts
Rum com, running punch, body and bars
We ain’t gotta be hard
Rolling 9d
Through your high street
High speed
Grob morbid lines
Fought shots from the fly
Slosh pots in the park
Lost jobs off your bar
Cock blocked you get spark
[Chorus]
When it's all for the ruiners
U to the phoric
M for the movement
My crew is a [?]
C for the coke
With the rum yeah it's for it
O for the smoke ring
M for the morgue bitch
R for the [?]
U to the phoric
M for the movement
My crew is a [?]
C for the coke
With the rum yeah it's for it
O for the smoke ring
M for the morgue bitch
RAHAHAHAHAHAAA
The committee has spoken
Dat Dastardly
Old time bastard
Banger, what, black
HAHAHAHA
RUM COM, yo, what
It starts off in a dark spot
Passing the time with the harsh grob [?]
Can't stop stop sparring with artists, the par off
Targets at large get scarred to the last clock
Your chance gone get smashed like a glass bong
Glass bong from bar bomb with a heart
Rum nasty com just spiced plots
Cop it lasting long
Advance faster than Lancelot
Enhanced disaster rum diff pass the party so
Dance along even after the bar has stopped
When i call time you can shop and drop
We can’t be watched
We bite like dogs
At you cast the flop *bark*
Harder than the barns dob masser
Backup, rum com, who's that? that's us
1 2, 1 2, mic check, backup
Attack you with your manner with a hammer to your bladder
Turn your stereo to mac to pack
A very broken back
Embarrassing you maggots ‘cause we heavy over tracks
Yeah, bury blokes with chat ‘cause with every boast you rap
I’ll dig the dirt out of your grave and leave it open you'll collapse
So when u buried in the dirt
I'll be buried in your skur
Castle buried it's absurd
Meth is scaring all the bloods
Tearing all you nerds
Mad hads like protactive
Switching on the police
Man handle the rap scene
[Chorus]
When it's all for the ruiners
U to the phoric
M for the movement
My crew is a [?]
C for the coke
With the rum yeah it's for it
O for the smoke ring
M for the morgue bitch
R for the [?]
U to the phoric
M for the movement
My crew is a [?]
C for the coke
With the rum yeah it's for it
O for the smoke ring
M for the morgue bitch
[verse 2]
Vomit like a butterfly
Stinging like a stab wound
Swallow cities whole like moving african sand dunes
Feed us like bad news my spits python constrict
Hit lighting quick
Like twin japanese fighting sticks
Vocab massive
Fibbin' then i missable
Original with diction since the scissors snipped the umbilical
Pity the pitiful
Blink a drinking ritual
Committee’s the stink in a piffy
That shits habitual
Rum com feelings make you listen if you feeling it
We go back to swinging if you wanna make a meal of it
Cause we chopping if you you cop it split it
Cook it on the grotty skillet
Lot of spitting sloppy lyrics
Rum committee squash it kill it
Sucky kidneys wanna scrim these ‘cause they eat a lot of spinach
Pocking up your proper shit predictions and i squash your spirit
And it’s clearest that committee is busted
Hitting up your sisters and your missus and off spring
Cropping hot shit
Bosh through your mosh pit
Don't give a toss ‘bout cop
Still crush kids
What bitch
This is where it properly starts
Rum com, running punch, body and bars
We ain’t gotta be hard
Rolling 9d
Through your high street
High speed
Grob morbid lines
Fought shots from the fly
Slosh pots in the park
Lost jobs off your bar
Cock blocked you get spark
[Chorus]
When it's all for the ruiners
U to the phoric
M for the movement
My crew is a [?]
C for the coke
With the rum yeah it's for it
O for the smoke ring
M for the morgue bitch
R for the [?]
U to the phoric
M for the movement
My crew is a [?]
C for the coke
With the rum yeah it's for it
O for the smoke ring
M for the morgue bitch
RAHAHAHAHAHAAA
The committee has spoken