| Mmm... It's cold here, yo!
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| It's cold here, yo!
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| Where? |
| (Where?)
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| Where? |
| (Where?)
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| Where is the Tarantula?
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| Where, where, where, where, where, where is the Tarantula?
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| "I can do everything, I can do everything!" - this is the slogan of the losers,
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| If I were a villager, I would fuck summer residents!
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| Because they are different, not like me, in general.
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| They think it's better
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| I would fry them in the skull without trying to penetrate deeper
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| My name is Tarantula, go cool INN,
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| In this topic, I will not try to beat my forehead against the wall,
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| This topic is for those whose "I" is not equal to the crowd,
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| This topic is for those who either pan or disappear.
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| I just want to carve the line between personality and squalor.
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| This line is clearer between faggotry and sodomy.
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| Like any talent, I will not go out of my way,
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| If you are in a different system than the people around, yes, about.
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| If your subworld is denser, hermetic a hundred times more than a cocoon.
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| Listen in both ears, you are our listener in spirit.
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| You are different, an outcast, from a slurry of clerks and office workers.
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| Chorus:
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| To all my outcasts I address this topic.
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| If you are different, you know what's the matter:
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| It's about them, simple, black and white.
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| If you are in color, our track is your theme!
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| Yes, I'm an outcast and I know what's up.
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| Contempt for the poor has matured in the body for many years,
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| The wound turned red, bitches, that's the point!
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| Fuck all grays! |
| This is my whole topic!
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| Verse #2:
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| The Tarantula is here!
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| The Tarantula is here!
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| Where, where, where is Chill? |
| Yo!
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| Where, where, where, where, where, where, Chill? |
| Yo!
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| Yes, I am one of those who are looked at with a question mark, yes.
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| I sow bewilderment in people's faces like a farmer sows millet.
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| You look askance
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| Well, great, that means everything is as I thought.
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| I'm not like you, like everyone else!
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| I'm like in the "Truman show" Truman.
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| My world is well thought out.
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| I smoke dope greener than the Serpent.
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| And I won't be like you even if I get a lobotomy.
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| I was like others, as a child I was in dire need of company,
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| It's just the way it is - in childhood it is impossible without the attention of peers.
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| Now I put preferences
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| Not every asshole, you hear, is worthy of my audience.
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| My cold name. |
| Four letters, after them the abyss.
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| Do you want to get into my soul, bitch?
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| Present your pass!
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| Like a helicopter's blades chopping a stupid bird into meat,
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| I will dismember anyone who dares to break into my world.
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| You are nobody, you are inferior in the color of gray rough blood,
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| Your value system is one bliss - to be an outcast.
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| Chorus:
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| To all my outcasts I address this topic.
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| If you are different, you know what's the matter:
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| It's about them, simple, black and white.
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| If you are in color, our track is your theme!
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| Yes, I'm an outcast and I know what's up.
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| Contempt for the poor has matured in the body for many years,
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| The wound turned red, bitches, that's the point!
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| Fuck all grays! |
| This is my whole topic!
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| To all my outcasts I address this topic.
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| If you are different, you know what's the matter:
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| It's about them, simple, black and white.
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| If you are in color, our track is your theme!
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| Yes, I'm an outcast and I know what's up.
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| Contempt for the poor has matured in the body for many years,
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| The wound turned red, bitches, that's the point!
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| Fuck all grays! |
| This is my whole topic!
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| To all my outcasts...
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| I know what's the matter.
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| Yes, I'm an outcast.
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| …I address this topic.
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| If you are different...
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| Bitches, that's the point! |
| Fuck all grays!
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| …Our track is your theme!
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| To all my outcasts...
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| I know what's the matter.
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| Yes, I'm an outcast.
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| …I address this topic.
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| If you are different...
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| Bitches, that's the point! |
| Fuck all grays!
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| …Our track is your theme! |