| A’ight the damage to your ego is unprecedented
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| Left you on the step like bite the curb
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| Split your face and left your skull indented
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| Your bubbling brain bounds with ideas to avenge you sickness
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| Trivial say «hella» still you’re talking and fill your head with your minimum
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| With your thoughts of air
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| Injected via syringe
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| As deadly vandals told us all
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| That failure is the best revenge
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| So, stop trying
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| You passed, you aced that test
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| Quit drumming your number 2 pencils
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| And instead just use this as your personal best
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| Your machine battery
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| I’m an AC adapter with a DC switch
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| We burn calories
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| You drink big shakes with them feces which
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| Not trying to change that fucking style up
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| But bulls need the wall of matadors
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| Gotta battle when they get called up
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| And I have, had and was and forever will be
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| A promise of stress I sever competitive simply
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| Yo, pierce the 6; |
| let’s keep the whisper brief
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| Get the Swiss army CD case
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| Poking over the teeth
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| I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| A matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| A matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| One plate breaks, another gets put right in it’s place
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| I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| A matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| A matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| One plate breaks, another gets put right in its place
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| When glass recommendation takes its toll
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| I’m like the Incredible Hulk like
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| «Oh the anger, it’s taking control!»
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| I get all big and green, they change green
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| Green with envy
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| I change the scene from people who’ve seen
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| With ripping through heads of the empty
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| This town is fill with a hundred billion clones
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| And clones and so on
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| Fan base with you friend face
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| But it turns into head case
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| Ah, it’s fu qua like muddy waters after that truck hit
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| They pulled the first aid kit
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| And took turns turning the tourniquet
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| But it still bleeds, trading shiny shit for their needs
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| Trying to crap this pressure cracks
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| Red flags on dirty deeds
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| I play the Toro Toro game for substance
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| For something to do
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| The bigger the bull, I figure them all
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| Forgettable figurines that I can just break
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| Through, bust a pulse in on these crews
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| And shitty cities, I kitty kitty them feline fools
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| Treat them cats like them cats treat cats in Gummo]
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| In binary code I leave them 0010
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| Let it slide the first time
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| I killed it all as sophomore
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| I stay away from beef
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| Like vegan straight-edge, hardcore
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| Want more? |
| In a couple a minutes I’m leaving 'em dead
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| I love redheads so I take razor blades to foreheads
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| Exacto! |
| Glass prov? |
| like uno stacko
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| When the bull is on parade
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| Got em feeling betrayed
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| Making more noise in the back of your throat
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| Than Billy Bob did in Sling Blade
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| Okay
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| I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| A matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| A matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| On plate breaks, another gets put right in it’s place
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| I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| A matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| A matador chasing bull in a China shop
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| One plate breaks, another gets put right in it’s place
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| bull in a china shop from EPO
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| Medium ice rod (A matador-dor-dor)
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| Cecil otter of course (A matador-dor-dor)
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| My man
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| Beatiful lobby gorgeous (A matador-dor-dor)
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| My man dibs
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| The whole odd jobs of course (A matador-dor-dor)
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| The main squad (A matador-dor-dor)
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| Cancer (A matador-dor-dor)
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| Huh, everybody I forgot |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Play the Matador (redo) , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Ipecac Neat, in the genre Иностранный рок