| New boss same as the old boss
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| He who hold the sky aloft
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| The ark pitch and toss
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| Dark bark and moss paradise lost
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| In a shower of sparks
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| Warplanes screaming into the night
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| It rains on the just and unjust alike
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| Butane flame nimble fingers spin meth pipe
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| You guessed right, sightseeing with the folks
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| Squinting into scope, eyes is black dice
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| Improvised explosive device
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| Now you see the light
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| White
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| Phosphorous bright
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| Black truck, black Moses
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| Black tar sucked out black oceans
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| Diesel fumes choking
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| Blacks in the endzone gyratin' and boastin'
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| Dozed off, shotgun broken open
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| Laid cross his lap
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| Woke to footsteps approaching
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| My supplier got rich and quit
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| Tucked his hat brim as he dipped
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| Looking back like might let something slip
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| But thought better
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| I’ve got a mismatched assortment of half-measures
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| Contents under pressure, empty-handed
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| Angry beggar
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| Rubber banded sunken treasure
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| No problem with you, for the record
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| But never say never
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| Thick as flies in the sky bombers let fly
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| Who lives, lives, who dies, dies
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| Minimum wage will keep the fryer on high
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| Rag soaked in turpentine
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| Every night polish rhymes
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| Til CO’s see my black scowl in the shine
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| Head on swivel, prosthetic hand on pistol
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| Ham on griddle, ribbons of gristle
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| Found me in the woods, fire low, roach little
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| Eyes aglow, mouth full of riddles |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Snake Oil , by - Blockhead. Song from the album Known Unknowns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп