I am for standing in the kitchen in jeans and a T-shirt
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Cropal pours out of a beggar
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When I smoke, don't bother me, all issues are resolved,
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But now I force myself to approach the T-shirt in order to
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Talk to you about your condition
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You can look for me not in clubs, but in a drunk house
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Do you want to be my friend or babysitter?
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What the hell are you treating me that I'm crossing the line
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Green mani, green rubbish, and
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Crazy mania to trample them into this rubbish
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And I'm really not one bit sober, I need my abs
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Need press interest, my weight, and your world without
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Bastards like me - you hear me, stupid
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There is poison in my actions, so get out of my place
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Look bitch, I'm drunk while you jerk off together
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We are with Kalbs at local points, here life is rubbish
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She is a bitch - I have her in the bedroom
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She takes twice and hurts me more
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With her, like in a war, completely on a ten-point scale
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And secretly I have it on the table
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Body as dangerous as a gun, just give it to me
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My few years, for an extreme blowjob
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I'm not on the lane in the city, your beard trouble
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I flood everywhere while my relatives are not in the city
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This is a banal answer, my hopelessness
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Scandalous from birth, and at lunchtime I drink all the time
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The swill won't end until all the bitches pass on the floor
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Now get acquainted - this is Benz, make a couple of hacks with him!
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I'm Skripi's dad
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Don't you understand, cretin? |
Do you want to hear the screams?
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Bitch, bring booze, cut down onyxes and sticks
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Tricky plays in the house, bitch "Hell is around the corner" bitch!
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Bitch
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DME bitch
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Steaks, bitches
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Bitches, things
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Stuff, fools
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Pants killed by hooks
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Steaks, bitches
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Bitches, things
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Stuff, fools
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Pants killed by hooks |