I'm ready to tear them up again
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Turn off the engine, dad is here
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Fuck me - is there any sense in this?
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I'm ready to tear them up again
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Turn off the engine, dad is here
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Fucking me is bad manners
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I'm ready to tear them up again
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Turn off the engine, dad is here
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Fuck me - is there any sense in this?
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I'm ready to tear them up again
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Turn off the engine, dad is here
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Fucking me is bad manners
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My people salute from the clouds,
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To spite the rest my release is high
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For what you wrote on the Internet, I will come for you, be strong pizdabol
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Your game is hanging upside down
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I dined MC's with everyone, grand merci
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But their fame is not enough for me, I'm a leviathan here,
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I'll eat with your songs, bring it on
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Neither an aspen stake nor prayers will save,
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I heard your diss, they're small
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All of them in public play cool,
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But what tracks to sing in the end, mom tells them
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I move styles, I have millions of them
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Billy doesn't need a reason to fuck anyone here
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You're dead better than alive, you read like a fag
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I just take Mike in my hand -
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AVE BILLY - the people scream
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Time vortex, I'm farthest away
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They fuck their heifers in songs, and the boys trudge |
It's a mental assault, a fucking farce
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They dream of dying young, so why not help them
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Up the glass, nothing will stop
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I'm alone here, and fuck the rest
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No matter how others puffed up,
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Against the background of Milligan, everyone goes sideways
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I'm ready to tear them up again
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Turn off the engine, dad is here
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Fuck me - is there any sense in this?
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I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fucking me is bad manners
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fuck me - is there any sense in this?
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fucking me is bad manners
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My people salute from the clouds,
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It's the new wild west, bitch, I'm the law
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From time immemorial, feed has been eaten here,
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So my Michelin hip-hop is hardly familiar to them.
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I take all your exaggerated hype by the throat,
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MS on versuses do not go to battle, but to plump
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They fade before they start to glow
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Driving yourself into the framework tightly
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Billy, impudent boor, gave them a fang,
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While they in a hurry tried to diss me
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No matter how the top of your idols changes places,
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I will be the first even in the random number chart |
Asta manyana, I'm in the mask of a maniac,
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You wanted heat - I dripped Tabasco in your eye
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I opened your girl first
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Call me Vasco da Gama
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As in the nose with a fist - each new drop.
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Turning MCs with my flow inside
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When I read they drop dead
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As if they had a burst blood clot
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Up the glass, nothing will stop
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I'm alone here, and fuck the rest
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No matter how others puffed up,
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Against the background of Milligan, everyone goes sideways
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fuck me - is there any sense in this?
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fucking me is bad manners
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fuck me - is there any sense in this?
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fucking me is bad manners
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fuck me - is there any sense in this?
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fucking me is bad manners
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here
|
Fuck me - is there any sense in this?
|
I'm ready to tear them up again
|
Turn off the engine, dad is here |