| My graveyard is killed, my life is a movie
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| Leaks like a rocket, leaky like a bucket
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| And only the smell of a joint saves my life
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| Spam-Killer is your bitch, and my principle is directness
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| My graveyard is killed, my life is a movie
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| Leaks like a rocket, leaky like a bucket
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| And only the smell of a joint saves my life
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| Spam-Killer is your bitch, and my principle is directness
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| A pimp for your thoughts and a killer of those times
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| Devours his own flesh to be reborn
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| To be king in the cemetery, spilling your blood
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| And write new tracks without forgetting your style
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| I fuck your rap like a year. |
| And I fuck him in the mouth
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| I don't know the word stop, for me there is only a bot
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| I'm not looking for a replacement because she will suffer
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| I love only loneliness and no need to help
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| A new flood he made a breakthrough,
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| But the problem is in your brain rappers
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| After the shooting, you went out into the rock,
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| But my Work is not all on stream
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| A new flood he made a breakthrough,
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| But the problem is in your brain rappers
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| After the shooting, you went out into the rock,
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| But my Work is not all on stream
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| Tore out all the pages of death. |
| Ripped out everything I was looking for
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| And now I live in a tomb and my friend is the worst enemy
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| He wanted to twist the joint, but he is simply nobody
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| After all, the supplier is his mother, and my uncle is a drug addict
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| Tore out all the pages of death. |
| Ripped out everything I was looking for
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| And now I live in a tomb and my friend is the worst enemy
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| I gave up the first one at the poor hour and now I'm an hour older
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| Let him fuck with this bitch that fell in love with me, god
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| My graveyard is killed, my life is a movie
|
| Leaks like a rocket, leaky like a bucket
|
| And only the smell of a joint saves my life
|
| Spam-Killer is your bitch, and my principle is directness
|
| A pimp for your thoughts and a killer of those times
|
| Devours his own flesh to be reborn
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| To be king in the cemetery, spilling your blood
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| And write new tracks without forgetting your style |