We do not care we set fire to the roof
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And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
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There should be wine and cigars, but hey chill we flat
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So there are beers and joints and people are really happy
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We do not care we set fire to the roof
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And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
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We did not have money for the strippers so they just slipped
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But our homeboys are in and people are really happy
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This one is for all my boys who shit on rap glamor
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Have beers in a fact basket and attitude that is clearly sour
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Lions from a taxi ride and only pays homage to well-being
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Has unloaded friends' doors but apologizes the next day
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Stupid things happen when this man completes
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on thin ice gunshot wounds
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To my mind deleted, way too lame and stiff wader
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In deep water a sick man who could use a lifeguard
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We indifferent, difficult and in a different gear
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Rigid men on stage because there is no money for dancing girls
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Can they lir, ik 'so fucking hard to entertain
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Rolls around and shouts loudly even though it is only 12 o'clock
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Ka 'ik' come in because of rubber shoes and a hoodie
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Do not hit 'girls but give' a foolish sow a soap eye
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I'm stiff, those people should not go and believe the giant high
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My pen stroke sends people to the hospital waiting area
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We do not care we set fire to the roof
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And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
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There should be wine and cigars, but hey chill we flat
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So there are beers and joints and people are really happy
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We do not care we set fire to the roof
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And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
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We did not have money for the strippers so they just slipped
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But our homeboys are in and people are really happy
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I turn on the microphone and the words come easily
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And fuck motorcycles who think they are number one
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I'm not mocking a little, I think it's a little strange
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That the only thing you do involves mouth and cock
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Fucking dummernik I thought all bumps knew '
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That you have to hum a little when CB dumps hits
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Shake your butt and twist if you're a cheerful chick
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And if you are grim and big then turn on a blunt and nod
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People sir 'oh shit when we bomb gigs
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We do not just burn the roof of it more than piles of failure
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Your numbers are skits, you a pimp and a bitch
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Yo I'm the type who's happy with a lump and a mix
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Roll it around and a candy so I well started and
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I'm looking for paper it not enough coins
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Your people they whine, you can not laugh so often
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I, as Idi Amin, give myself a bite of your team
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See 'you I're one of those you do not want to fuck with PT
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I shit on it all like a public WC
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My style is rough and flabby and yours is being 'overtaken'
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We the real thing while you look like the cover band
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We do not care we set fire to the roof
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And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
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There should be wine and cigars, but hey chill we flat
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So there are beers and joints and people are really happy
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We do not care we set fire to the roof
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And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
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We did not have money for the strippers so they just slipped
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But our homeboys are in and people are really happy
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Yo I'm a herd animal and that means I'm best in a crew
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A fucked guy drinking and shitting on whether there's a party right now
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And renew my style that beats the ugly ones
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A fuss, a bomb plate you can test in your living room
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Whether it's official shit or whether we should burn discs
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Showing the world is fucked up, just like Aqua Lene's songwriter
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Many beeps, we put it over a cooler track
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Me and Cab do you recognize if you tend to rap
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Pig shit rappers while petting the fool
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I still him who caresses the varren and steals from the bar
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The guy who writes rhymes until he runs out of paper
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As the greatest fakir for you do what I say '
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We're indifferent but still have a few goals we need to achieve
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For man strikes twice as hard when he is' stepped on
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Like an insect, kid, my pot bag disappears
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Makes me relax, not freak out like Vollsmose
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Cool staff in drunkenness, good to bring some
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You hear my shit on the street like a nokia ringtone
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Street level anticlimax you know where it leads to
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Unfortunately though, people they listen to the shit we teach them
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We do not care we set fire to the roof
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And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
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There should be wine and cigars, but hey chill we flat
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So there are beers and joints and people are really happy
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We do not care we set fire to the roof
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And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
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We did not have money for the strippers so they just slipped
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But our homeboys are in and people are really happy |