| Yo, cleanse me, clean me of my sour soul and fishes
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| My mind races from the satellite dishes
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| No technology, this world’s corrupt
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| They can’t feed me food for thought, I won’t budge
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| I’m a twisted individual, they say critical
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| I say «Nigga I’m on top of my pinnacle»
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| Chest boards and sword, alphabetical darts
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| My clan is brave hart, try move live Paul Blarts
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| Sloppy, go 'head and try and stop me if you can
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| Your casualty’s of war will get locked up in the sin
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| I’m Iron Man, a stone faced killer with a mask
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| Don’t want the truth then don’t ask, you couldn’t handle a task
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| Rigorous, my war faces wanna gargate me
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| Evil cause I looked all bugged out and crazy
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| Dusted, abominate fluid dripping from my nose hole
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| Stapled to nigga, never catch me wearing rose gold
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| Fuck the CIA, DEA and the feds
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| They got you bugged son
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| Michael tripping off your meds
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| Wax like dreads, smoking rags on the list like Craig
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| Steroids in chickens, why they feeding us eggs?
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| Hot in a ditch nigga, snitch nigga, I won’t switch nigga
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| Zin position with my finger on the trigger
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| Pure alkaline, that fluoride will fuck you up
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| I seen a spaceship fly out the back of a truck
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| Diamond water, I’ve been splashed with the fountain of youth
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| Had a molar fall out, I grew in a gold tooth
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| Bullet proof, my clan’s sword is surgical steel
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| I don’t fail, I’m comfortably numb, stable to slump
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| Insomniac, I’m charged off the rays of the sun
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| You can’t fuck with me nigga, this is one-on-one
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| With the strength of ten midgets I’ma murder you son
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| This real
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| Yeah, I got my swagger back and all that
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| That’s right |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sour Soul, artist - BADBADNOTGOOD. Album song Sour Soul, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп