Carrington lyrics

by

Grant Kirkhope


[Intro: MC Airbag]

That's right, it's MC Airbag, 2022
That's right mother f*cker

[Verse 1: MC Airbag]

Your c*ck's measured in millimetres
That sh*t is humourus
My c*ck, I stick it into their heads
Call it tumourus
Your dad is a virgin
Your conception was immaculate
I found him unconscious
Overdosed on ejaculate

My drip is like Biggie Cheese
I am boombastic
c*m into her mouth
She says it tastes like tangfastics
Kicked over some corn
Battling the field call me DICE
I am unable to comprehend
How a shrimp fried this rice

[Bridge: MC Airbag]
This next one's aimed at Daniel
You know who you f*ckin' are

[Verse 2: MC Airbag
Like truth from Halo 3
I am making lots of profit
If so, you're like The Arbiter
Atheist with no c*ck; It's
Mad, I would call you a di*khead
If it weren't for the fact you have no di*k
And give sh*t head

Cause your trim and wife are similar
They both are dead as hell
Like the ginger mong from Sherlock
They'll find you dead down a well
Like Price I shot your mum
In '96 you little twat
And then I chucked her down a drain
Like Flushed Away cause she's a rat

[Outro: MC Airbag]

That's right
You know how it f*ckin' is
MC Airbag
Uh, f*ckin'
Y-You know how it is
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