| Whoo!
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| «Flawless victory, ya' niggas can’t do shit to me
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| Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically»
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| Whoo!
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| The biggest baddest they try to banish us with brandishing canisters of
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| fantasies I came with phantoms
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| I flow through fathoms of granite for gritty grammar my grandma was famished
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| I chew the savage with sanity sandwiches
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| The Yosemite Sam it’s the bandits I’m disenchanted disadvantaged abandoned
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| My table manners have managed to vanish
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| My mind is over matter my outer limits further a mile a minute
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| I’m so demented po' Dominicans all in my dominion that mo' hysteria
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| Mercenaries is known to scurry through my area running from redrum’ers who
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| rummage through rubbish for reasons you couldn’t believe it
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| My mind a malice and man this is mammoth
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| I mimic manors overseeing scenery, seeping obscenity
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| The semen is steaming the ig’nance is beating the demons
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| The coffers is empty the coffins is heavy
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| The ceremonies is many, inner city is a Serengeti a safari of sin through
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| December from January
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| Icy as Ben & Jerry’s the adversaries is various where’s there’s smoke there’s
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| fire or Rastafarians
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| I blaze a chariot through city I’m dead serious sitting pretty period
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| «I'm super lyrical, with brain-booster chemicals
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| That’s used up tentacles inside of my mental projectable»
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| The most aggressive professor versus the censors that’s out to censor the
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| message I take adventures with my father in heaven
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| I shot the sheriff but not the lieutenant I hope the deputy shoot the president
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| My presence impressive as the Russians in wrestling
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| Intensive attention deficits pepper my senses I’m lunar-powered I’m
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| solar-powered I’m colder than Colin Powell my colon and bowels is swollen with
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| vowels
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| I’m rolling on rivers I’m rolling rubbers my sisters and brothers and cousins
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| be pissing in public
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| Taking summons and shoving motherfuckers we ain’t running from nothing
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| My pretty lady my baby my sugar muffin we loving we lusting gorilla-fucking and
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| the razor racing ruffians
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| This trainer brazenly blazing Republicans and razor raising the racists and
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| rapists
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| I’m singing praises like California Raisins I’m hailed as the caped crusader of
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| Puerto Rican paraders I’m throwing grenades I got dames in Grenada
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| I got more bars than granola promoters I caught Ebola and didn’t notice
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| I’m known as the ayatollah with swollen cojones
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| My slew of soldiers is shoulder-to-shoulder versus the soldiers that pull us
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| over to soak us with hoses
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| Am I supposed to just hold my composure what type of doja these motherfuckers
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| smoking?
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| Instead I’m focused composing a opus and my approach is whatever’s
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| inappropriate and I’m ghost
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| «Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser
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| As smart as MacGyver could put honor inside the heart of a liar» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comrade Punski, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Nourishment (Second Helpings), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп