Who Sang Contact Play? Contact Play

Contact Play  cover art
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length: 2:47
Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ronnie Bosh]
My single biggest decision isn't if I should spit another bar
It's which prick should I pick and I quick and rip 'em apart[?]
I sit in the dark, head spinning with stars
And bitter remarks to bark at the glittering cast
I figured that half these dipshits are giving it large
But never go down well like piss in a glass
So listen I'm starving hungry
Still picking chunks of the beef from my front teeth
I'm still fuckree[?]
Still nuts deep in a cheap slut's buttcheeks
And bust seeds 'til she grunts like Muttley
Yeah motherfucker I still run with Dudley
'Nuff green puffing I still bun the skunk steam
So come clean if you're doubted for a second
Contact Play we down forever, for ever ever
You'll never get a better set of feckless fellas
So press play, and let the needle settle on the record like

[Hook: Ronnie Bosh]
It's a done deed CP's out to get 'em
How'd you reckon any team's any better
So come clean if you're doubted for a second
Contact Play we down forever, for ever ever

[Verse 2: Ronnie Bosh]
After I'm heartless I start at the very end
Messy creps stepping on the fresh set of merry skets
When I get with a temptress for sweaty sex
I dispense with regrets if there's any left
No half stepping in this dance of death
I fetch a fresh twenty deck when I'm starved of breath
If you're asking the question:
Is that Ronnie Bosh bastard the darkest yet
The answer's yes

[Verse 3: Jam Baxter]
And if you're asking the question:
Is that Jammy bastard the charged up hard nut
The answer is nah bruv (nah bruv!)
But I'll still rip your bars up
Hard luck, just another stance that you can't trust
Man 'llow snif until my heart's fucked
I'm giving all my past up I'd rather spit writtens in a dark club
So come clean if you still need convincing
That these chiefs are shit and CP will rinse him

[Hook: Jam Baxter]
It's a done deal CP's out to get 'em
How'd you reckon any team's any better
So come clean if you're doubted for a second
Contact Play we down forever, for ever ever

[Verse 4: Jam Baxter]
We down forever, or at least 'til Bosh downs my Stella
Watch out he's clever
I'm not proud of getting this monged out
Caressing a smog cloud forgetably lost out whatever
Cause our songs sound better than ever before
Fresher than any of yours, get your friends begging for more
My clit come and raise dead from the cemetary floor
This shit doesn't make sense like a celibate whore
Man fuck a paycheck, cause I just spend it on draw
So I spend every second with a pen in my paw
And mans kick up a fuss, like I'm the millionth customer
The militant musk and mister bigger and crustier
The miracle conjourer, twiddle my thumbs and spit
Writtens disgusting like I writ'em in puss for ya
So come clean like my jeans never ever are
If you think CP ain't down forever star


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