Yau aiming at dirty Louis, listen
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Cesspool, according to your soul.
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Metabolism is disturbed, from such a hap,
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You got laid off at dad.
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From irritation in the f*cking butt.
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We will make you a bo-bo,
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We will make you a bo-bo.
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Do you know Uncle Bo-bo
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The precinct of your area scolded our tags,
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But your bitch ain't into these tracks
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Shitegi, but your chick does not cut into these tracks.
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And that means the planet is still spinning
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And I will die of a stroke during a blowjob.
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Not in winter, but in summer, I'm still here
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Where like you Chip and Dales won't get through
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Oh-oh, yau-yau are spoiling here
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Torch is not for the sake of creativity, torch for the sake of torch.
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Hip-hop killers, one love-district on our faces...
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Where do you redeem this sound, friend,
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I'm like Chuck Norris making an onion cry.
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Give me one percent of one percent.
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"Who died and made you in charge?"
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I am again in the center of the house in the center of the very center.
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"Who died and made you in charge?"
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Ask a question in your mind and get an answer.
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"Who died and made you in charge?"
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I keep my finger on the pulse, but there is no hope.
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"Who died and made you in charge?"
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Yau... This simple beat, buries you in *
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What do you see in black and white dreams.
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Scroll through the contact, winter and summer don't care what color your rap is,
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I have it in 3D and everything is purple for me.
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I didn't give dinners to wear white sneakers, listen
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At this rate, you will soon glue the skis together.
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Who made you the main one, cutting the veins in the bath,
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Who's that bitch, tell me buddy
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Give me fire, give me a hundred and a hundred of this stuff
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Do not bark at the moon dog, we are in the center of the crater.
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At the center of all the centers of this planet,
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Do not climb on the wall, otherwise all hands are in the gaps.
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Hush, we are food for garbage,
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F*ck, then you hear extra here, buddy.
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In general, who died and made you the main one.
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"Who died and made you in charge?"
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Give me one percent of one percent.
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"Who died and made you in charge?"
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I am again in the center of the house in the center of the very center.
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"Who died and made you in charge?"
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Ask a question in your mind and get an answer.
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"Who died and made you in charge?"
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I keep my finger on the pulse, but there is no hope.
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"Who died and made you in charge?" |