| Westside, Art Goon, Craigslist Killer
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| Westside, Art Goon, Craigslist Killer
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| Westside, Art Goon, Craigslist Killer
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| Westside, Art Goon, Craigslist Killer
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| Son of a gun, I guess my father was a bayonet
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| Ambien will keep me calm, I pop 'em like they Raisinets
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| I’m bumping ravenets so loudly up on my cassettes
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| I love 'em, leave' em, fuck 'em, never call
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| Now they get upset
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| What the fuck is popping?
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| They say that Speak is popping
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| Air Force Ones laced up, okay, I get to stomping
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| I swear to God, I could’ve been a St. Lunatic
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| Got all the pretty Muslim girls on my Jewish dick
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| Praise be to Allah, Based God, and Jesus
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| And the eco-friendly hoochies whipping in the Prius
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| They call me an elitist and my attitude is cocky
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| But rapping just a hobby, I’m the Sheikh of Abu Dhabi
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| So bring me all your oil, bring me all your gold
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| And wipe your fucking feet when you step in my abode
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| I know you make the rules, but my people don’t abide
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| And if you want to die, okay, I’m happy to oblige
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| Gas in the dash and my bitch riding shotty
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| I’m 'bout to live forever in my bulletproof Denali (Even if you kill me!)
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| In my bulletproof Denali (I ain’t ever gonna die!), in my bulletproof Denali
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| Gas in the dash and my bitch riding shotty
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| I’m 'bout to live forever in my bulletproof Denali (Even if you kill me!)
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| In my bulletproof Denali (I ain’t ever gonna die!), in my bulletproof Denali
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| Westside, Art Goon, Craigslist Killer
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| Westside, Art Goon, Craigslist Killer
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| Westside, Art Goon, Craigslist Killer
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| Westside, Art Goon, Craigslist Killer
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| Son of a bitch, I guess my momma was a Saint Bernard
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| I’m all about the pervert life, okay, my dick is always hard
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| I feel like Ma$e when he was dancing in the shiny suits
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| If I cut my wrists tonight, I’d bleed one-hundred-ninety proof
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| Bluetooth headsets while I’m having sex
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| I’m on a conference call, I’m busting nuts, I’m getting checks
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| I’m checking for the chubby girls, but now I need a MILF
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| With tubes tied, they don’t need the morning-after pill
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| Morning after kills, my blunt is filled with daffodils
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| They ask me why I’m rapping still, well, Sony owe me half a mill
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| They say I’m next to blow, but my music need a plan
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| But rapping just a hobby, I’m the emperor of Japan
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| So bring me all your geishas and my kimono robe
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| And bow your fucking head when you step in my abode
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| I know you make the rules, but my people don’t abide
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| And if you want to die, okay, I’m happy to oblige |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bulletproof Denali , by - Speak. Song from the album Gnarly Davidson vs. The Marlboro Men, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп