| Blue Battlefield
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| Merky ACE
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| Dun know
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| Where’s your head at? |
| Where’s your head at?
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| Where’s your head at? |
| Where’s your head at?
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| Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh) Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh)
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| Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh) Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh)
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| Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh)
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| I’m Merky ACE, I took that, normal
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| Might pop chains in the west end, standard
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| You can’t go the places I go
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| Get left head in hand, I’ll snow
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| Or put your head in the sky, Dumbo
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| If you ain’t ready to die, don’t roll
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| Cause we’re as cold as ice, North Pole
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| My heart’s as cold as ice, South Pole
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| So, don’t cross that line
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| True say, it might be your last time
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| Game over, no extra lives
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| Head floating like balloon or kite
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| Looks gory, not the prettiest sight
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| You won’t know where’s left and where’s right
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| Permanent sleep, goodnight
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| Uh
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| I’ll take your head off your shoulders
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| You can be the skinny or the henchest dude
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| I’ll still have all of your bredrins screaming
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| I said necks leaking, get a real chiefing
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| If you try come for the dough I’m keeping
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| One wig shot, no need for repeating
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| My mandem specialise in beefing
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| Knock-knock, ding dong, trick, no treating
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| Open the door, get slapped for a greeting
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| Family Tree and Merky ACE
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| Not Boyzone and Ronan Keating
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| (TK will aim up the ting and blam)
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| But don’t think it’s Olympic skeeting
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| On point in play games, we’re cheating
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| You will be dead before you hear
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| Where’s your head at? |
| Where’s your head at?
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| Where’s your head at? |
| Where’s your head at?
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| Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh) Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh)
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| Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh) Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh)
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| Me have man take me for a speng?
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| It’s never that, I’d rather die first
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| It’s not a ting, Ego will ride
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| Have a man leaking, watch the blood drip
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| (T's got something that’ll rip out your spine)
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| But he let Ego mangle a ting
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| Family Tree, it’s not just a crew
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| So move wrong and get your clart bun
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| And no, I’ve never been scared
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| Cause I know I’ve got Satan on my side
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| Plus Shifman’s got him and he’s waste
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| Won’t ever catch us moving washed
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| I beat your girl and sent her to you
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| You was all up in the warm cooch
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| Warmed my cock and already done walked
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| And on top, she was giving me
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| Uh
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| I’ll take your head off your shoulders
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| Bring everyone, youngers and olders
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| Witnesses screaming as I fling boulders
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| Better stand back before you get clapped
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| Have no don to go home with
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| If you MC, you better pay tax
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| If you wanna use our slogans
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| Got a big strap, it will take out anyone
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| You can look like Hulk Hogan
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| Better stand back when I’m on the attack
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| Get left in the morgue all frozen
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| Please tell me why you’re wearing a vest
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| Your head’s the target I’ve chosen
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| Get left with your cranium open
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| While people stand there asking
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| Where’s your head at? |
| Where’s your head at?
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| Where’s your head at? |
| Where’s your head at?
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| Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh) Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh)
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| Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh) Where’s your head at? |
| (Uh)
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| Uh
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| I’ve been doing this ting from day
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| Big bad A-C-E raised up from the blue
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| Where the skies are grey and the real Gs spray
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| You can get wrapped if you’re holding weight
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| Don’t believe me? |
| Then ask your mate
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| Come a long way from holding an eight
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| Picking up food, moving like a crate
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| I par with the dargs but nuttin' like Nate
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| Bring some food, I will smash that plate
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| Holding grub? |
| I will crack that safe
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| It’s so not a ting for me to reach in
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| Pull out, cave in and attack that breh
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| Got no tool? |
| Then I’ll whack that breh
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| Cock back my right fist and smack that breh
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| Bet he didn’t think that I’ll act that way
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| Little did you know I’ve always been cold
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| Got a demon so I push metal in clothes
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| All the way in till it comes out skin
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| Got no heart for these useless roads
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| Man better know FT is bold
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| Don’t tell lies about where you shot
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| I said don’t tell lies about where you
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| Six bricks sold
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| You can get wrapped for your gleaming gold
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| Get clapped in the head with the meanest pole
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| While you’re wiping your shit with the cleanest roll
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| You can get slumped in the loo
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| Kick off the door, don’t care 'bout the smell of the poo
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| Main objective: duppying you
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| I’ll have your marjay screaming |