| «I can’t explain the problems of a problem-less person…
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| No rose is thornless»
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| The beat was all wrong, a scurvy, itchy flow
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| Dumb enough to smack a robber, quicker than a schizo
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| Horror show, horror show, sorta low, first to blow
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| Snapping up on her camel toe
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| Wait around with pizza, first-class flight out to Giza
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| Known to be a villain and a dealer
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| One weapon, keep stepping if you see her
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| Keep stepping if you see her
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| Bada-boom, bada-bing
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| Just wanna sing
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| So let me spit it mad spiritual
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| Indigenous, the naughtiest, spit it with aboriginals
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| Snatching up the duffel bag, mephedrone, drug pushing
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| Slags worth a dime bag, and fuck 'em for the cash
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| Hmm, yeah, I’m all about the gravy
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| And this stereo is only scribbled raw as a baby
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| The sex was all slimy, real grimy on the pay-day
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| Hey, look the story’s mad twisted
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| Snow is not a rapper, nor a name in hieroglyphics
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| Nor a name in hieroglyphics
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| Your nightmares were our bedtime fables
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| Double barrel on the dinner table
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| Next to the spoon, and the fork and the knives
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| Pray to god to bless the food and spare your lives
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| Let me take you on a tour of the land of the oil
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| Is it the blood of the fallen that puts the red in the soil?
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| I knew the neighbors with the rabid dogs
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| The witch doctor plays chess with the priest
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| And if we are ever caught the thief
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| We’d tie him up in truck tires
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| Lather him in kerosene, and listen to his skin crackle in the fire
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| Eye-popping, smoke rises
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| Hands up if you’ve ever been whipped by copper wires
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| Your blood, your knuckles clenched complete
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| Snakes heads crushed underneath tough feet
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| If the soldiers catch you during curfew — play dead
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| Nothing in this night is sacred
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| Dead chicken by the door, dead fathers of the next day
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| Dead chicken by the door, dead fathers of the next day |