| Don't play with us asshole
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| Handicap won't help an asshole
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| Handicap for those who have not smoked yet
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| Games for queers we have all forial
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| Bitches cry for the west, oh yeah, look
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| Where do all roads lead?
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| To where we are
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| The bitch asks to enter it,
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| But I was there
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| The rapper asks for help
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| But the cat leaked everyone
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| Bunch of dirty ragamuffins
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| We are playing the game "from rags to riches"
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| We don't play with this stupid scum
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| For these bitches, I'm Proteus - an excellent grandmaster
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| Smoked a lot
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| Now in my lungs
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| Own microflora
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| Therefore, at the time
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| Arrange samples
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| And casting
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| I pour this bitch
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| Up to my throat, thinking
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| How to get into it
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| Ltd. |
| How to get into it?
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| Ha
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| attack her
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| Take power and then
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| Plant her pussy
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| On your face
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| The king remains king
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| The game doesn't change course
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| From what's on the field
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| The pawn yells that he is a god
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| Full mouth
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| Crying in the desert
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| blind idiot
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| Go get out
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| This triumph is not yours
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| How can you not understand
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| This success is flawless
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| If you went to him forever
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| Don't play with us asshole
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| Handicap won't help an asshole
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| Handicap for those who have not smoked yet
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| Games for queers we have all forial
|
| Bitches cry for the west, oh yeah, look
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| Where do all roads lead?
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| To where we are
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| The bitch asks to enter it,
|
| But I was there
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| The rapper asks for help
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| But the cat leaked everyone
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| We gave them odds
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| We gave them odds
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| We gave them odds
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| We gave them odds
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| It smells like grass from me
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| In the cold of winters and in the summer heat
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| This is my cologne
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| Fuck you go lol
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| We are indigo children, glock
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| My throat, shot, stop
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| Do you know what's in my pocket?
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| These pawns don't play with us
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| (They figured it all out on their own)
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| I noticed you're upset, boy
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| (He is rejected by lali)
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| You ask why I'm cheerful?
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| I eat mally
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| While the glasses are full
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| I don't have a drop of despondency
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| Scotch, gin, whiskey
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| Young Bukovsky
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| I take her by the ass,
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| But I don't know her name
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| I will eat her pussy
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| Pass the ketchup
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| Bitch in my trap
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| Fuck you, you fucking catcher
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| Babe on Proto's face
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| Bitch juice straight still gushing
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| Jets drip from the shoulders
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| I'm in shock, man, this is something!
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| I laugh and smoke in all directions
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| Time takes all different forms
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| I control the space
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| Let's let these guys fuck off
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| We'll give you a head start
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| Bitches cry for the west, oh yeah, look
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| Where do all roads lead?
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| To where we are
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| The bitch asks to enter it,
|
| But I was there
|
| The rapper asks for help
|
| But the cat leaked everyone
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| We gave them odds
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| We gave them odds
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| We gave them odds
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| We gave them odds |