My man is wrong
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Not right
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Not right
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Airo
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This is Iroh
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SBBT
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My man is wrong
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Two pupils, one eye
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My homie is wrong
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My man is wrong
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It's not a problem
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Glaucoma lifestyle
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I don't see all of you
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But I see that homie is wrong
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I don't see where to stand
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Homie see where to stick
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Armed to the Teeth
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Uzi, knife, glock
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Bazooka is my flow
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My man is wrong
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When a lot of hands are bad
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When a lot of bitches - not so bad
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They spin me Nemesis
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I'm in the grotesque style
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I change your hype to my flex
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You don't knit, what kind of rap?
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Your gentle hands are laughter for me
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Vicodin relieve pain
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Nikon remove home porn
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With this mulatto
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Is she your babe? |
(oh shield)
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She said she didn't like skinny people
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My dick is like an obelisk in her hand
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You are rambling in vain
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132 - your death
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I am a megalodon
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But outside the reservoir
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I breathe thick smoke
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You are not given this
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May be
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I drank a lot
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You may even be right, but
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If my homeboy is under fire
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We will leave ashes from you
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Mercy from Cerberus, no, do not wait
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There will be no introductory instructions from now on
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Lay your teeth on the wet asphalt
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And confess to your brothers
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You burn with my filing
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This alignment
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Don't touch my squad
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I am not here, I am everywhere
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Teeth clenched, you hear the gnashing
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Flex and fines every day
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And so we kill the undead
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I am not here, I am everywhere
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Fuck mally, I won't be gentle
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Everyone who enters here
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Leaves hope on the knife
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I am not here, I am everywhere
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Teeth clenched, you hear the gnashing
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Flex and fines every day
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And so we kill the undead
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I am not here, I am everywhere
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Fuck mally, I won't be gentle
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Everyone who enters here
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Leaves hope on the knife
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Wild West of Moscow Region
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Faces in masks of red sorrow
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What do you know about pain?
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Pawn on a chessboard
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How did I get here?
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By the will of irony, remember
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To the temple the muzzle of the Glock was point-blank,
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But we don't lose momentum
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Break the enemy, whoever you are
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In any way, sparing no effort
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Be stronger son
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At sunset, the sky sparkles with the glare of blades
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Debtors for their debts
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Love is for thugs
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Mullah, fitty, filky, birds
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Hundreds - bitches
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Brothers - thousands
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We grind, we twist, fuck the sticks
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The missing guy from Tuchkovo flexes on the verge of decency
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In courage we keep the brand
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In music we take the same
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I throw a joint to a bitch and yell at her "take off your clothes"
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Among forms and emptiness I am exactly between
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Exactly between
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I am not here, I am everywhere
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Teeth clenched, you hear the gnashing
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Flex and fines every day
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And so we kill the undead
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I am not here, I am everywhere
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Fuck mally, I won't be gentle
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Everyone who enters here
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Leaves hope on the knife
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I am not here, I am everywhere
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Teeth clenched, you hear the gnashing
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Flex and fines every day
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And so we kill the undead
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I am not here, I am everywhere
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Fuck mally, I won't be gentle
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Everyone who enters here
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Leaves hope on the knife |