| the headlines
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| Read all about it, now!
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| Newsflash, shit’s going down!
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| Snipers on the rooftop, duck from the gunshot
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| Pow!
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| Silva Surfa in the house
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| Take a note
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| Fuck with Brimstone you’ll be left for dead
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| Shake your skull
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| Hear your pea brain rattle in your head
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| Chatting on the internet
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| Like you’re lacking intellect
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| I’ll be all up in it getting politically incorrect
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| Non-PC, I’m a Mac
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| Vanilla willy
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| Your CD sounds whack, Milli Vanilli
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| Dead in the middle of Piccadilly
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| Little did he know he was dealing with Badbonez
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| And Brimstone Billy
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| The Silva Surfa, cinematic with wordplay
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| Guillotine rap, chop your head off in the worst way
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| You call the Red Cross, administer the first aid
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| for these first years on the first day
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| It’s a new term of Galaxy High
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| I turn your school into Columbine, popping a 9
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| Like a carbonated bottle of wine
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| Getting silly with the heavy artillery
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| Colossal in size
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| A psychotic robot in disguise, transforming
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| The Megatron, plot your demise
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| Take caution
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| My head is gone, lobotomised
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| Brainstorming
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| Chloroform the dorm and corner store
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| Computer rise, iRobot, nanotech bugs
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| Helicopter, big guns, tailing me in high pursuit
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| Sniper on the roof, they shoot
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| Squeezing their triggers until death comes
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| To shower them with the power of 10 suns
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| Fuck your criteria
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| Wipe your posteria
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| Rifle shot
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| Isn’t much
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| Widen perimeters
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| Atom bombing all this illy dally
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| 'Carry On' shit
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| Suck my dick as your planet rocks
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| It’s horrifying how the bodies are piling
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| No body wanna die when I break loose off Monster Island
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| Where the wild things are, that’s why I’m wiling
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| Violent
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| Destroy lives like white lines did
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| Petri dish, mad scientist hybrid
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| Eating fish at the Ritz, high class dining
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| See no blip on the radar, can’t find him
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| Black ops in helicopters far behind him
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| Spark the I with Galaktus and Magneto
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| Chicks in miniskirts dancing like people
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| Billy did his work sparring, my hands lethal
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| Sweet sweetback Mario Van Peebles
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| Instant regeneration!
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| Flickering monkey brains
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| It’s a sticky situation
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| Virtual simulation, interdimensional affiliation
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| Top notch with hot rods, I swing the baton
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| Crack the sun, surfers circling the rings of Saturn
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| Catch a portal and that’s formal
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| Caught in a paranormal roller coaster of warlords and immortals
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| I stuff your torso in a cabinet, dismantling, also
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| The flooring is all laminate
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| Busted water mains, damp walls and raw sewage
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| I’m blazing plenty Ls, chocolate thai and tulips
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| The air settles
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| Rare rebel, hunting the green hornet and the daredevil
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| Bombing skyscrapers, dropping elevator cables
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| Readings are off the chart and my gamma ray’s unstable
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| Stolen aircraft, red stars and massive asteroids
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| The latest shock in the magazines and tabloids
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| the headlines
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| Read all about it, now!
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| Newsflash, shit’s going down!
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| Snipers on the rooftop, duck from the gunshot
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| Pow!
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| Silva Surfa in the house |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Warlords & Immortals , by - Ramson Badbonez. Song from the album Silva Surfa, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп