| I’m straight from Atlantis
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| Shifty and scandalous
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| My skin is a canvas
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| My bitch be the baddest;
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| Supplies drugs on campus
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| And fucks like a Mantis;
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| Tears the head off her lovers
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| Then sniffs up the dandruff
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| She handles the dick
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| Cause she’s used to the sandwich
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| She talk just like Jocelyn
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| She used to speak Spanish
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| She grew up in a youth home
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| Restricted from matches
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| She loves to act ratchet
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| She loves to swing hatchets
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| She loves to get tied up
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| She loves to use gadgets
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| Superficial bitch, and I’m a chick magnet
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| Make her come to life like that Indian cabinet
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| Maybe I meant «cupboard,»
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| Don’t cuff her god damnit
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| Well cuff her if you want
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| But you’ll suffer like Hamlet
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| Put your eggs in one basket
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| Pack 'em in, scramble it
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| Your anger; |
| better channel it
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| Before I Mickey Mantle it
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| Your name on a tablet
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| And I can just imagine it
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| Sober like never
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| Doper than ever
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| Master like shredder
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| I be dashin' for the cheddar
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| Compare me to them
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| But I’m actually better
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| Rip the patch off your sweater
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| Head actually severed
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| Sober like never
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| Doper than ever
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| Master like shredder
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| Dashin' for the cheddar
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| Compare me to them
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| But I’m actually better
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| Rip the patch off your sweater
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| Head actually severed
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| This is the city of acid rain
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| I ain’t even gotta ask for brain
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| Ask your dame or your past few flames
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| I rub it in like it’s Accutane
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| I’m back to claim that black poon-tang
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| I Courtney Love her like black Cobain
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| I’mma fuck up her rep hold her name in shame
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| Now she loses her caboose on the crazy train.
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| When I’m ghost you’ll still love me, Patrick Swayze game
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| Wish I could warp back to the 80s and mack Dianne Lane
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| I’m high insane
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| I’mma die in vain
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| And try again
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| Cause I’m a cool cat
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| I got lives to burn
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| Put me in the ashtray, why buy an urn?
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| When I die she gon' buy my sperm
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| And try to learn
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| All my prophecies
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| Until my return
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| I’m Willy D pimpin'
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| That’s bald, no perm
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| Shoulda stopped me 'fore I turn
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| While you all concerned
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| Sober like never
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| Doper than ever
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| Master like shredder
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| I be dashin' for the cheddar
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| Compare me to them
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| But I’m actually better
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| Rip the patch off your sweater
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| Head actually severed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Master Shredder , by - Nacho Picasso. Song from the album Black Narcissus, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп