Brato Useba - Hardcore

I'm hardcore, but soft on the outside
I grew up on the East German West side
It was a hard life
Only once a year bananas and never any Marmite
I'm hardcore

I'm hardcore, here in Pictou County
The promised land, ruled by industry
I don't give a fuck cause I got TV, and I like to believe what people tell me
Hardcore, oh so hardcore
I'm hardcore, hardcore, so so hardcore

I've got a bunch of Ho's in my SUV, it's a brand new to me Ford Explorer XLT
I got it on credit, cause that's the way it goes
And having lots of credits fucking wows the Ho's
I wear my pants cut off below the knee
I wear brand name socks that you can't see, cause they end below the ankle, baby
I'm hardcore
Hardcore
I'm hardcore
Oh, so hardcore
I'm hardcore
Oh, so hardcore

I've got the gold chains and the diamond bling
And every minute the cash goes Ka-ching
Cause the people keep coming through the door
Cause I'm the hardcore clerk in the convenience store
It's a slam-dunk baby and overkill, I got the fat stacks to pay my wife's telephone bill
I got the mad skills to re-freeze peas, and when I sit on a chair I bend at the knees, ah
Cause I'm hardcore
Hardcore
Oh, so hardcore
I'm hardcore
Hardcore
Hardcore

Time for a solo
Rock that flute

I'm hardcore
I am on pizza delivery, cause I'm ice cold, I killed for the recipe
Cause believe me, when I say that it's all in the sauce, baby
My baseball hat I wear backwards only
I wash my junk like my mother showed me
I got a wad of cash that I can flash, I got a nodding Elvis on my dash
I'm funky, like a dead raccoon, dead in a puddle in the shadow of the moon
I'm killer, like a pendulum, like a dried out discarded piece of gum
I'm master and I'm Brainiac
I rock this jam like a heart attack
I'm hardcore

Written by:
Hendrik Hirsch

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