| Where are my tightest clothes?
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| The ones that show off my muscles
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| The ones that make me look like
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| I could potentially have a six pack
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| If I, if I
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| Worked out a bit more
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| And ate less chips
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| I need to look the part
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| I need to feel the part
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| I need to play the part
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| It couldn’t be clearer
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| The era where we knew which superheroes were who
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| And who to cheer and who to fear is in the rearview mirror
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| And a new one with new rules is nearer
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| Rewriting the rule book
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| I’m not following the lines that a fool put
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| Rivals are all shook, awestruck
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| It’s all good, my bruv
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| Get in line for a skull-fuck
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| Guns unrequired, I fire with a full hook
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| With a force of a dump truck, you dumb fuck
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| Now, let me carry on recalling the story
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| Of how you chumps become unstuck
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| I open a leather-bound tome
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| Gonna send the Netherrealm home
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| I’m not implying your mom’s a Jezebel ho
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| But she does seem to get around though
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| Whoops! |
| Oh, settle down, bro
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| If you’re getting ever so upset about jokes
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| How the hell are you going to take a terrible blow
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| To the face when it breaks all your skeletal bones?
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| What’s a skeletal bone? |
| I don’t even know
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| It just made an incredible flow
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| Turn it up, don’t keep those decibels low
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| Make them bigger than the biggest NFL bloke
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| Hit you with six shots as kids watch
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| Sticking the clip up on World Star Hip-Hop
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| Sod body bags
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| Your body bits got taken away to the tip in a ziploc
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| And after the war, there’s gore on the floor
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| That’s really gonna have to get mopped
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| Now, you know how I am when I’m pissed off
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| You understand why you shouldn’t have kicked off
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| Injustice
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| Factions dissolve and fall
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| And lust for power enslaves us all
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| Injustice
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| Lines in the sand being redrawn
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| Perhaps, it’s time that we’re reborn
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| Side scrolling, mind-controlling
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| Don’t roll in the roads I’m patrolling
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| If I see your eyes then I might put a hole in them
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| Slicing you a nice new colon
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| I’m battering people I pass in the street
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| 'Cause I’m catching the feeling they’re laughing at me
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| Paranoid man, I hope you’re not attached to your teeth
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| Smashing your glasses to pieces
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| No more Clark Kent, no more Superman
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| What did you do to Dan?
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| I’m a dastardly beast, last of the pacifist geeks
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| But that was the past, now, I’m back with a beef
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| Payback for the actions I’ve seen
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| That’s satisfaction to me
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| Not every fact’s what it seems
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| Reread the captions and see
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| We have been wrapped in a dream
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| Lean back and bask in the beams
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| Of twilight gleaming from the sky
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| I remake my faction, my team
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| This time, it’s political
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| This time, it is physical
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| This time, my lines here are literal
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| This time, figural violence is visceral
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| I’m in your peripheral vision
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| And a split-second decision is critical
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| Like your condition, it’s pitiful
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| Hope the hospital’s hospitable
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| I’m a bitter ball of all the big and little brawls
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| I’ve been in since I was small
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| And I’ll continue kicking you 'til I’m against the wall
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| Or I don’t exist at all
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| Injustice
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| Factions dissolve and fall
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| And lust for power enslaves us all
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| Injustice
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| Lines in the sand being redrawn
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| Perhaps it’s time that we’re reborn
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| Right, get these clothes off me
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| It’s not ergonomic
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| Help me get 'em off
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| Yes
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| It’s squashing my balls
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| No wonder Batman’s so miserable
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| 'Ing hell
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| Wearing that all day
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| Sheesh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Injustice, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XIII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп