Shit, a hole in many teeth, like human tartar
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Attack like a thief in the dark, strike with a toothy grin
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Smashed his face with a brick and hit our chest freezer
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Hack the fakes limb from limb with an ax
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And piece by piece crap hip hop disappeared from the world map
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An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
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Micky hand for shit, word for word
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Kasanova:
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Scandal, crimee, legends, Crimee
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You can't please everyone, so model women
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Four idiots who will be remembered forever
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They make a big shout, their name is whispered
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Cunningly bundles up your clothes and your clothes
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Drip you and my baby from the stage so...
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Time bomb:
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I hope you don't judge UL at the end
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You will notice that your voice has too often been a voice in vain
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Yes, yes. |
Good for you, you don't think you're ug
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You will only be new to me when your tombstone reads Names
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Good for you if you realize that this isn't commercial either
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Hug secretly in the garden so I won't make it public so...
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Joniveli:
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Oh, I have nothing to say? |
to disappear, to disappear
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And tell me, the cuts don't help, for the sixth time
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There is no comparison after the treatment |
It wasn't the first time I'd had such a blast
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When does the internet learn to rap and why?
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As long as the children learn to chat and because of that...
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Scandal:
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Mikki works like a nesting stick, like a mc without a penis
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Änkee comes to the stage and tries to warm up the crowd
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Even clubs can see through it, and my friends are ashamed
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Where is my style when a eunuch pulls a microphone in his hand
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You are pathetic, failed MC and jealous
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A paper toy soldier that fits my wallpaper
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Kasanova:
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I'll give you three odd hours to push your ass
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Nobody's in pain, I'm breaking a bone again
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I'll rustle up hot stuff, I'll only do it if you come back
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You say you're not tough, you have a bad sense of touch
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You want to play star, I want to kill you
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And when you spit shit so often, it sucks
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Time bomb:
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The list goes around depending on how black it is
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Inspired by Sun, the scientist is now investigating the wackhole
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The swift can feel that he has time to dodge the bomber
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Take a grip so it doesn't hurt when the trigger slides
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Shout my name! |
because you're about to practice whispering
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I'll collect all the votes, how do you go in the voting booth? |
Joniveli:
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You're in the wrong department, this is for geniuses
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But I can give you a referral, ai to bmg? |
nah, to power
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The words transform into a weapon and start shooting
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But you will hate nature if the rhyme is arranged by the flowers
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Have fun and keep that disabled attitude
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Sun Posselt ran out of diapers, we put them on and pick them up!
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Silver Club Studios, Joniveli, word for word, Urban legend, Finland is not ready
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Scandal, hold the thief, we are ready, this is war
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Blue! |