| Hero ain’t nothing but a chopped cheese
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| 92' Accord trunk, exotic tree
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| Branches grow through the bag, baggy jeans
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| Walk away a 34 in seam
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| Bring me a dream
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| Squeeze from the hip
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| Wean from the tit
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| Schemes through the rich
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| Skipping your name, nothing seem to stick
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| Fiending for a lick
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| Nothing made you, just a blip, ain’t it a bitch
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| Just think, what if you could just-
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| Lay it on dust
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| Did it for the rush
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| Hush tone on landline
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| White noise Babylon vampire
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| He a god damn liar
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| Arrows and AR’s, born of chaos, hey y’all
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| I can’t scrub the stain off
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| This a liberation seance, stay on
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| Four-headed beast with eight arm-
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| Lekker lekker
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| Invoke a name in desperate measures, they who control the weather
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| Whatever, whatever
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| AV Navy leather
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| Naked from the neck up
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| Stash the Black and Decker
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| Belook the Mecca
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| Hex-throwers anonymous
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| Disaster capital economic shit
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| The words charged inside an amulet
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| Doubting Thomas'
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| No such thing as common sense
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| Somber kiss, promises
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| It’s too late for dialogue man, talk to who?
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| She ain’t raised no fool
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| I rode through Idaho like duel
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| This game they don’t explain the rules
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| Packed house, pew to vestibule
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| Blue vegetables
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| Earthy, vegetal notes barely legible
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| But no less true
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| Like we won’t always be cool
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| This America, somebody gots to lose
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| «Not I,» said the cat, off went the gat
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| Let the lawyer litigate while he sit back
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| The perpetrator was a different shade of black
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| Beat the case, said let him eat cake in his raps
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| Service weapon in my face, all I could see was his lips chapped
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| Wouldn’t recognize him if I saw him today
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| Chokehold slowly closed the airway
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| «The sunken place, I can’t stay!
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| You built it on Indian graves!», the lead character exclaims
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| Christmas Eve, again with the rattling chains
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| Marley’s ghost, must’ve been something I smoked
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| Streets should choke, courthouse overflowed
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| This shit broke
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| Could tell he was waiting for us to go, to break out the coke
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| She said she’s still having fun, she’ll see me at home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dettol , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Paraffin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп