| Yeh buddy
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| Ahah we out
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| TruceKlan Narcos Noyz
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| We out
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| We fuck you up bitch
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| Eoh
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| All the fucking days (Eoh)
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| Everything was fucking day (Eoh)
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| Eoh
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| Monster
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| Welcome to the house
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| Beers and bodies lying on the street
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| Killa Hill Saga in the jam is rampant
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| Rap pride like Johnny Gancio
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| De st'Italia marches more than the organs in my belly, what the fuck is there?
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| Unhook the bundle
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| Narcos rap razor blade tightly between his lips
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| It hangs its head like a dog in a cage
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| Musically, they shred bodies
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| Cannibal Corpse
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| Do you fuck me today? |
| well no! |
| tomorrow maybe!
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| On the ground I swallow red earth
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| Cavallino Testarossa
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| I rush down the street this shit is ours
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| 4 packs on the pallet
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| You wanted to smoke
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| Lock with 3 turns
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| Nobody enters here anymore
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| Make the gaggi you are half gay
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| With these fake bling you fuck Noyz
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| Drama king as KaySlay
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| Slut spits on the ground swallowed 'this grim shit shows boobs
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| Narcos kill shit 24/7
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| MONSTER
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| You wanted me dead mo look at me shines', a monster does not sell
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| He puts his ugly face on people
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| MONSTER
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| Strong of the face that belongs to him among your faces
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| Come for a ride on these rides
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| MONSTER
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| The reassembled parts
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| From decomposed parts
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| Come for a ride on these rides
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| MONSTER
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| Blood over the poster
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| This shit is ours
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| Come for a ride on the carousel
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| Me collecting the money at the back of the mejo disco
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| Down on the street
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| Mom pray
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| What a problem
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| Don't happen
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| I write rhymes before the end is complete
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| I tear off the last chapter of the book, call me a poet
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| Turn the plate upside down
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| The time I roll a couple of
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| Cooking Shit Music hard as steel
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| If I die tomorrow it will mean
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| That I have given birth to a new style to this shit since the very first Do Not Sleep
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| I remain at the podium that you have thought of
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| With all the shit I know shot at me right now, you fuck Nosferatu
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| I bring shit for the zombies down the dungeon
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| I dream of Ratzinger with a bullet in the skull
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| I spit blood at 24 rhymes and scimitars
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| They cut the faces fold the bars
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| Finished tongue for clean cuts
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| With sushi
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| Man in Black
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| John Belushi from this rap!
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| MONSTER
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| You wanted me dead mo look at me shines' a monster does not sell
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| He puts his ugly face on people
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| MONSTER
|
| Strong of the face that belongs to him among your faces
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| Come for a ride on these rides
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| MONSTER
|
| The reassembled parts
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| From decomposed parts
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| Come for a ride on these rides
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| MONSTER
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| Blood over the poster
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| This shit is ours
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| Come for a ride on the carousel |