| There will be so much dirt here that you won't wash off, sucker
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| Even factories do not allocate so much in a year
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| I pushed myself into hip-hop to clot your blood
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| To bend your bone and tightly close your coffin
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| Don't run too far, there are no shores for rap
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| I loved old people in my childhood, now I'm like a demon for icons
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| I was fucking lucky in my childhood - I didn’t hide my fears in the sand
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| I silently held on while my mother kicked my face
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| Now I've added skills and won't drown forever
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| You greedily pulled a cigarette, I tightened varicose veins
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| Do you want ramsey, motherfucker? |
| Don't think it will be easy
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| When you return, everyone will think there - hit by a truck
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| Killed with a shotgun, killed with a coffin
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| Trampled by Mirko Cro Cop and torn by a kraken
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| What kind of secrets hides all the family behind the castles?
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| And I have a face, as if I were hiding my family
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| I ride with the monsters
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| Chilling with ghosts
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| Serial killers and maniac hoes
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| Who is the funniest badass in the house?
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| Evil minister, bitch, call me Mr. |
| Sinister
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| I ride with the monsters
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| Chilling with ghosts
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| Serial killers and maniac hoes
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| Who is the funniest badass in the house?
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| Evil minister, bitch, call me Mr. |
| Sinister
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| I need money, bitch, be patient
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| To do this, you have to be in shape like a fucking Kingpin
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| Two heads taller than everyone, fuck you?
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| Where are you powerful? |
| Here even the most typical lil-lil will shake you
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| I have a bad trip or gastritis
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| I don't give a fuck about your talents, sugar, you'd be cold
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| Anyone will tell you what happens for posts
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| I am tearing crosses to the priest in a tackle (are you rummaging around, huh?)
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| Ass lickers have their mouths pissed, how do you like platinum after water?
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| Who pays you for the flow, for the feats, but among the top commas
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| So much of a faggot that you close your fucker from the wrong side
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| If you fuck, then half the country
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| If you are rambling, then how Apop is full of scabs to stand on half a cheek
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| You are individuals, cleaners, nothing more
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| The bitch takes off her underwear, and I take off the heads
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| I ride with the monsters
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| Chilling with ghosts
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| Serial killers and maniac hoes
|
| Who is the funniest badass in the house?
|
| Evil minister, bitch, call me Mr. |
| Sinister
|
| I ride with the monsters
|
| Chilling with ghosts
|
| Serial killers and maniac hoes
|
| Who is the funniest badass in the house?
|
| Evil minister, bitch, call me Mr. |
| Sinister
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| Mr. |
| Sinister!
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| Mr. |
| Sinister! |