| Gorge myself and do heroin just to slim up
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| Narrow vision periphery fucked initially misery
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| Struct and livin' invisibly
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| Fuck with' me yellin' cheers
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| I’m drunk we still chuggin' beers
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| I’m fuckin' rich money dirty as sluts in huts at the wyrd
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| A huntsmen covered in fear
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| Write covenants baby tell me she love this shit
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| Check the year of the rubbish rubbin' my dear love
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| Barely conscious so I’m sorry cause' I prolly' do all the shit that you feared
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| of
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| Like Hitler, Stalin, or Tse-tung
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| Idi Amin, I’m slayin' a vivid scholar with' ranks
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| Peepin' dollars in the bank tech
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| Gotta' take a rain check
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| Was let a stray by the ways of the late sheks
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| Fuck
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| Yugoslavic Slovenian
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| Who is toppin' iridium flows
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| The best is sittin' in gold
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| Betta' yet gold drank
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| Metallic strips
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| Livin' a fallacy watch the role-play
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| Thoughts fairly close to the vast vacuums of cold space
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| Uhhhhh
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| A mad violent contester
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| Reincarnation phasing watch this (oye tu a la puerta)
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| Flagrant is raining visually
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| Crazy favored the sceptre of Hades but I’m too busy famous gettin' my bread up
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| Fuck your movement if you ain’t' cool with me dead luck
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| Non-rappin' bastards is back to school
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| And the masters know
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| Pacifist is hella' smooth but no pacifist cause I’m fed up
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| Vape the lead stuffed in his head
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| This dudes a mess but
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| Check does he have breath?
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| Yup
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| Fuck
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| Now its lookin' like the raemen off Jess
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| The atomic bomb sets in
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| I’m derilent feelin' wrecked a band did it or contest me
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| Grab her by her left cheek
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| Slap it
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| She gives me the vibe that she’d be the best freak
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| Ha
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| But wait
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| Back to the methods of death juice
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| Me and Damacha cosment copper copin' the best trees
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| Sip the best tea
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| Come correct G |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fck , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Tin Wooki, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп