| CULT! |
| CULT! |
| CULT! |
| CULT!
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| CULT! |
| CULT! |
| CULT!
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| Hey! |
| Die or kill!
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| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Die or be killed (e)
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| Hey! |
| Kill, die, (e) die, kill, (e)
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| Kill, die (e), e!
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| I smoke a cloud through the glass, wow! |
| Wandering among the snakes, hey!
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| Thoughts drive out the dream, I study gang play
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| Rap game like gangbang |
| Don't stick your head in my crack, fake!
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| I drown the joint under the trill of flutes. |
| Gone. |
| Fludd - self-made.
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| A beggar straight from the street. |
| Bitch, give me a Pulitzer
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| I have eggs, but I don't hang out with chickens.
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| Rap game like a matrix |
| Faggot, stop staring.
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| I fucked that bitch in the red dress right in the ass.
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| I play rap like I play slasher. |
| You know who's the freshest here?
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| I descend into the warp on foot to crush skulls and fuck the undead.
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| Sixty-ninth style - sold his soul, bought a flow.
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| I drag the carcass to the subway. |
| Threw a bit over the hip. |
| (Ku-smoking-ku-smoking...)
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| I smoke a cloud through the glass, woah! |
| Wandering among the snakes, e!
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| You wanted my poison, e! |
| Where are you now? |
| (e).
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| You and me, turn on God mode, fuck on zero and mouth "pop".
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| Knife in the heart, vault behind the back. |
| Gone. |
| Fludd - base lord!
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| Where did you find this? |
| Damn son, I need medicine.
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| Doc, I'm sick of something, the rap game is a bacillus.
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| Whiskey, there's a joint, I'll show these imbeciles kids
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| How steam locomotives are allowed on the Boulevard des Capucines!
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| Know your worth, take interest!
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| Gave them what they need, the rap game is the placenta
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| I'm like a coefficient, but your effect is a placebo;
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| Steal, rob these assholes, don't leave a dime.
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| Die or kill (kill); |
| Die or kill (kill);
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| Die or kill (kill); |
| Die, die among a crowd of cardboard people.
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| Die or kill (kill); |
| Die or kill (kill);
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| Die or kill (kill); |
| Kill, kill pity in yourself, show your anger!
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| I smoke a cloud through the glass, woah! |
| Wandering among the snakes, oh-e!
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| Thoughts drive out sleep. |
| I'm learning gang play.
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| Rap game like gangbang |
| Don't stick your head in my crack, fake.
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| I drown the joint under the trill of flutes. |
| Gone. |
| Fludd - self-made! |