| Hey don't fuck me
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| One day I'll fuck you up
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| Everything comes back, everything is paid monkeys
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| I'll fuck your mother in two, three years
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| "You're all fools, you're all fucking fools!"
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| He spoke to his peers in a small hall
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| Fuck marbles, video games and all of you
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| I'm going to steal, I don't want to collect fat here
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| With 13 years in the butt, the diamond is already in the corn
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| Alma, Vesna and Aida's cousin
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| Went to places where only adults go
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| They always listen, always sniff when someone says something
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| Well copied in the ditch to every peer
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| He stole money, shared slaps, wore scarves on his head
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| His eye floods when Mom and Dad press him
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| The old man knew how to follow him
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| When he goes to school, he had a trick
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| So he ran away on vacation with the team on a motorcycle
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| He hung around town and sold bricks
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| So he beat him up because he fucked his brother
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| He stole the chain from his dad's neck
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| Sale did not cry so easily, but said:
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| "From now on, in the future
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| I will write down on paper anyone who beats me
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| Here are the first ones here that are my darling and tormenting
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| He threatened me yesterday when I wrote to him next to the house »
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| It was the hot summer of '85
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| Sale stole, shit on everyone
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| He didn't know the cops were following him
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| And to be printed by acquaintances
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| Zlaja, moka because of coca
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| But not the white ones, but because of the mirela
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| The carpets are needed, which is a slap in the face
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| And that made him smoke
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| He said he was going to suffocate her
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| He cuts to pieces
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| If the truth is found out by chance
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| But he knows that
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| The police know and the judge knows
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| As he issued the order, he closed the kid's room
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| Hey don't fuck me
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| One day I'll fuck you up
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| Everything comes back, everything is paid monkeys
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| I'll fuck your mother in two, three years
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| Hey don't fuck me
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| One day I'll fuck you up
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| Everything comes back, everything is paid monkeys
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| I'll fuck your mother in two, three years
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| He learned everything in prison
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| And the most important thing is to never forgive anyone
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| A few tattoos, older, crazier, stronger
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| All the players were afraid of him
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| The whole prison, even the guards knew how things were
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| That he was crazy, in fact, psychologists were old
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| They smoked the trick, after 5 years they sold out on the bike again
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| This plan has been waiting for so long
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| He didn't tell anyone
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| He was never angry
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| I went home to get the blacklist
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| Put on a military suit and boots
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| Read the first name and repeat
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| «Mile…»
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| Kalashnikov in a backpack, bombs, full frames
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| No one will survive, they are to blame for everything
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| With "fuck your mother torment" the first burst of gunfire
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| And right there next to his house
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| Where he often wrote
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| He fucked the mouse too
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| Just because he happened to be there
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| And a choir called crazy and 20 other people
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| Who drank upstairs in that angelic villa
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| They were all on Salet's list of misdeeds
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| Among them moke, mirela their little son
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| It's just gone
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| Sale killed him, looked at the dead body and said:
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| "I'm leaving now."
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| There's only a mile left
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| We found him in the park where the kids are playing basketball
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| Drooling an old woman
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| "Fuck your mother," he said
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| "I've been looking for you all this bloody night!"
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| Two frames were cracked, both on them
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| "Now I've shown you all"
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| Hey sale, sale
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| "You won't
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| More
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| Nobody
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| Shit! ”
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| He was Milet's brother
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| Now they call him crazy boris
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| Apparently he had his list too
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| Hey don't fuck me
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| One day I'll fuck you up
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| Everything comes back, everything will be paid by monkeys
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| I'll fuck your mother in two, three years
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| Hey don't fuck me
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| One day I'll fuck you up
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| Everything comes back, everything will be paid by monkeys
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| I'll fuck your mother in two, three years |