I noticed in the maternity ward that I can't use vocabulary
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Screw the boring stuff you used to lose a hundred and zero
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I've got the wrinkle in stock, you've got the sockets (let it be!)
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Now sell that mickey, pick up hairpins from the store shelf
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You can settle under a red lantern with no money
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When I've sold a gram of cola and you're asking for a natzaas poka
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Turha answers: «Joonas, I'm not sure about that now»
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The client was hairless and I don't get body burns
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Load your mouth, I can't get into the cauldron
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And maybe if I were, I'd have money instead of garbage (bling bling)
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I'm the best at flopping, so be prepared to buy
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If Laval brings you floss, then down you drop
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Now open your mouth like this, the vocal cords are removed
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Don't be ashamed of your mother and keep your head up for this
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Check the Second Channel, pick up the remote control
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Jotflow and Scandal, those extra fat guys
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I was born here
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I was born here (2x)
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Jotflow:
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Everyone does it, you can inject Maiki with water
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It's a birth defect, you're not everything you're not
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I want more women in the front and I wanted a family
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Hold together, you'll keep a smile when you get a child extra scene |
You're just a bitch, a birth defect
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I'll stay up tonight if you don't ask me too many questions
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Go around the corner, hide your head
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Meitsit heats up the gang, asks if this ember is enough
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I'm resting on my bed while the others are starting to turn off
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It's a birth defect, burnaan God's will
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Right, right, you two little ones behind
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Pass that shitty song, waste it on the air flop
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Bitch you can front, so posse mogaa
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Babe, when will it be?
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It's a birth defect that I didn't skip to träkkei
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Jotflow, TK, that dirty grease
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Scandal:
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It's down to genetics that you don't learn by training
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You don't breathe the same way here, nor on the internet
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Finland's fastest emcee, «Mis Skandaali o? |
It went here»
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I'll burn you like a gem, you'll be comforted a little bit
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Let me explain this and show you how to get the set to play
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I'm telling my friend to put shoes on his head if you touch the recci again
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In this decade, the young people here are getting cold
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Blades from different sides, you won't spit in a wheelchair anymore
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It's a birth defect how to stop spitting
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It lights up my evening, you don't wrinkle your neck |
Asking about the price will take it off the shelf
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There you bow silently, you are not capable of rhyme
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Genuinely. |
There is a short surface and I incite hatred
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You wind up starting a diss, you get punched in the yard
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Can you do hifa, how do I rippa style?
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I'm furiously pounding the magazine with a frown
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Shall we settle for booze? |
No, I'm poisoning the air
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You don't even bother to stay, Tinas
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The permanent state of the straw line
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With a smile, I sniff and push the glue
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I'll ask for a cat, I'll dig its bag
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No meat on the shelves, I'm not stupid Tsiiga
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I'll satisfy you when we get horny
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You sob into your sleeve: «Let's stay together...»
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...let's get to the point
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It lights up my evening, you don't wrinkle your neck
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Asking about the price will take it off the shelf
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There you bow silently, you are not capable of rhyme
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Genuinely. |
There is a short surface and I incite hatred
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You wind up dissing, you get knuckles in the yard
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You can laugh as hard as I can with a smile
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I'm furiously pounding the magazine with a frown
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I'm not content with booze, I'm poisoning the air
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You don't even bother to stay, Tinas
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Permanent mode… Joni! |