Take your wife by the scruff of the neck, get her snot, and stick it in your head
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My unorthodox message delivered in rap rhythm
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I inhaled a strange smoke, I threw the depressions
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I see in your eyes, my dick, I'm dust
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I (Cheloo):
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I drink alcohol, not soft drinks in the cellar in the sun
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Or away from the sun anyway
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When I shoot too hard, I move on
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And I see faces asking me to say dirty words
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I do not stimulate the collection of vibrators
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In Heaven I have no reservation, there we pay to float or stand
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I always seem to be on my feet, it's as fake as my fake modesty
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I'm concerned about wine and grills
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I'm still in working order
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Every day we celebrate
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With broken glasses, not confetti and hearts
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You're very upset or I think
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Brother, the whore remains a whore on the tenth reincarnation
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We have weeds, finishing it is a challenge
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And a large joint is lit directly from the candle
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Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
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breakneck
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I do not give up my barbaric practices
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For a shitty circle on your head and a set of wings
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Predicting my end in great poverty, a naughty and naughty clairvoyant
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dies
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Let's get drunk, what the fuck is wrong with me?
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Take your wife by the scruff of the neck, get her snot, and stick it in your head
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My unorthodox message delivered in rap rhythm
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I inhaled a strange smoke, I threw the depressions
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I see in your eyes, my dick, I'm dust
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Take your wife by the scruff of the neck, get her snot, and stick it in your head
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My unorthodox message delivered in rap rhythm
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I inhaled a strange smoke, I threw the depressions
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I see in your eyes, my dick, I'm dust
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II (Walking):
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I avoid the crowd in a hurry, hit terribly by the wine
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I invite you to the liquid paradise, caroling
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With two palms instead of weapons, there aren't many
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But I beat a man so hot that if it's cold it stinks
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In the courtyard of his villa, I'll touch your dog and pee on your tree.
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While three whores split a dick in threes like Ciomu
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You can burn a hot cow and smoke
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You have grace when I put a goat on you and put your face on the grill
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Sparks jump out of the speakers, your house burns, you move drunk
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Broken in the mouth and in the arches, the ceiling falls
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I'm chaining and kicking that good brother who says
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"Look, Daddy, boom boom, I have a bug in my ass!"
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Oh, everything degenerates when you kick me! |
Grass.
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It thrusts grass into its snout and behaves like a rope
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He puts a black martis on my chest (how cool!)
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And he shows me a picture of me with a big candle
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Throw with the cage, I with the saliva
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Ah, you're kicking me out
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How could my dick know that it's not bairam and it's alms!
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Take your wife by the scruff of the neck, get her snot, and stick it in your head
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My unorthodox message delivered in rap rhythm
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I inhaled a strange smoke, I threw the depressions
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I see in your eyes, my dick, I'm dust
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Take your wife by the scruff of the neck, get her snot, and stick it in your head
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My unorthodox message delivered in rap rhythm
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I inhaled a strange smoke, I threw the depressions
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I see in your eyes, my dick, I'm dust |