| I am not a freak. |
| Fuck it in your mouth
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| Every year I get a year older
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| The one who does not understand me
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| Has every chance of a zinc coffin
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| This is not hip-hop, this is a gram of lead in the forehead
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| Hey cops, we're bitches instead... bitch!
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| Come on, come on, what do we have here?
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| Let's see
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| A little brain on the sidewalk
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| I strum, I strum on the guitar
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| Like curry sauce oozing blood from this thing
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| Hear, soaring, I'm paired with the Tarantula
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| Hey, how do you like me? |
| Yes, yes, today I'm on a roll
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| I-i-i-i-i killed a cop e!
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| I-I-I-I-yay killed the scum
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| How many Mazdas broke your Cop VAZ for me
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| How many times have I flushed the ganja down the toilet
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| Tell me how many times uh uh
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| Hey, you, do you know who we are?
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| Bastards with no sign of a head
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| We're all fucked up
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| We are the henchmen of the bedlam, we declare directly
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| Die, cops, yes... the laws are simple
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| The laws are simple
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| We're all fucked up
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| We don't grab stars from the sky We're all fucked up
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| The laws are simple
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| We're all fucked up
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| We don't grab stars from the sky We're all fucked up
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| I remember another corpse, another cube
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| We decided to blow ourselves up in the club. |
| Another zarub
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| Pathetic place. |
| to be honest
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| Mecca for bastards from our dough
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| Night fiesta, some striptease
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| Erotica, hard drugs
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| Clay Moment if you suddenly want exotic
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| Yo! |
| Don't sell...
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| Center dragella turned up under my arm
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| The most literate huckster from Lumumba is a Negro
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| Having let in pathos, I took synthetics
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| I went out to the bar - I saw that there were queers in the bar
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| Sucked... thought how cute
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| I would have died, I was hooked
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| Fuck your mother
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| Fagots don't stand next to me
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| I prefer loneliness. |
| Thanks for the community
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| In the meantime, I made myself a bitch
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| In order to dispel boredom, mental anguish
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| Damn, we were sitting at the table, I gave her gin and tonic
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| She told me her name was Monica
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| At least the club is something to get lost, I want to confess
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| I expected to have a smart fuck today
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| After the dance she left me
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| I understood - this bitch dumped me
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| She didn't know about my style
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| Now I know how many convolutions she has
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| Smeared on the floor and on a piece of wall
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| Understand, I don't give a damn
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| The laws are simple
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| We're all fucked up
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| We don't grab stars from the sky We're all fucked up
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| The laws are simple
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| We're all fucked up
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| We don't grab stars from the sky We're all fucked up
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| The laws
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| Simple, we don't give a damn
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| Damn, I'm telling you, don't get up
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| Compete with a poisonous spider
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| Name Tarantula - born to be an outsider
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| The name Ozyab is a cold-blooded thug
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| I have a double-barreled shotgun in my hands
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| At the ready and poltergeist
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| Working districts, quarters and streets I
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| In my cabure TT Fuck, I tell you
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| Do not take off your head, turn to you Tarantula, Chill - South-West of Moscow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song НВДП , by - Бонч Бру Бонч. Song from the album Жрите бонч, in the genre Русский рэп