| Neighbours screamin' blaspheme
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| Interruptin' me reocurrin' Cameron Diaz in a mask dream
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| I circle the room and double back, — to me reflection like
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| «What you lookin' at?»
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| That’s enough of that
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| I put a bat through the fatback Atachi
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| Now I’m a regular Happy Chachi
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| Like itchy when he’s swattin' scratchy
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| Destruction soothes the soul like Apache chance
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| Grab a branch and you might survive the avalanche
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| While I sit back and plot like a masked mastervillain
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| In the wrong house, flat, mansion
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| Chillin' til I’m rich, in the ritz
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| With a bollywood bitch gettin' blitzed
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| Til' I look like hollywood skits
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| Bada Boom, Bada Bing
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| The cold sagger king
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| With rum in me can of Ting
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| Don’t ask me for a thing
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| Or it might become nasty
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| I bitch slapped those meddlin' kids when they unmasked me, classy
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| I fuck forty hoes, then pause to pose and ash me Camel Light
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| And grab the mic like rap’s Marshall Applewhite
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| All praises to the cult
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| I’m a slender Herculean figure with a face you wanna sculpt
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| Baby, let’s climb up on the roof and fly
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| You can’t spell suicide without «U» and «I»
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| I’d hop into me coffin, but I’m waitin' for me suit to dry and I need to choose
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| a tie
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| Return of the
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| Lookin' sharp hoppin' in in a comfortable Clarks moccasin shoe
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| What can you do?
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| It might mean somethin' to them but, nothin' to you
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| Like «Where do I have to pillage to be the man?»
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| A dove escaped from me pocket and flew into the ceilin' fan
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| And apart from the feathers and blood on me vintage 19th century rug,
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| everything’s good
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| It’s all sound 'ere
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| Everything’s laughin' round 'ere
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| It’s all sound 'ere
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| Cactus Owl, everything’s laughin' round 'ere |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Happy Chachi , by - Lee Scott. Song from the album CactusOwlMoonGoat, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп