Every word, even a joke
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Which he vomits with his burning mouth
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Thrown out like a naked prostitute
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From a burning brothel
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People are sniffing...
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And I won't get tired of being unnoticed
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While you lit candles in search of profit
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Hello wealthy, where did you put humanity
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Hits on the liver, make believe in infinity
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Severe injuries have become part of my speech
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And how do you know the exact time that heals everyone?
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What a drug, such an evening
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What the fuck are business meetings? |
The voice of the underground is impeccable
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The paranoia password is strictly secret
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The challenge to fate remained unanswered
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From the truth, as from breaking, he twists his shoulders
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Yes, I'm not only finished, I'm fucking pointed
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We make our way with bayonets and buckshot
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Appreciate dirty s * ks, gerund with an adverb
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Great artists always paint with gall
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You put beauty inside out, but whose?
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And then shoot, tie to a post
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I will not change in my face! |
(in the face!)
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Do you want an ace on my forehead
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So that the target burns brighter! |
(goal!)
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And then shoot, tie to a post
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I will not change in my face! |
(in the face!)
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Do you want an ace on my forehead
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So that the target burns brighter! |
(goal!)
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You took the gravy, for the essence your clockwork doll
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How many noodles on the ears, and that business
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Let's sweep the broom, raking the leaves into a pile
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Eggs hung before your eyes
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Why these dreams? |
And who are we?
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Where are we flying? |
Or from what height?
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To whom to give water here, to whom else drugs
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Your mouth lied to me, cattle shit in my soul
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Traces, thoughts, guts, and grass remained in the feelings
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Here is what saves me
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Who is under what, who is under whom, someone is like a mannequin
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I got dressed, but inside I remained a nobody
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No one judges himself, there are only kings around
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And your friendship saddens like zeros in your pocket
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What the fuck do you love? |
All your "I" in words
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Let's cum in your nonsense, leave a callus on your hands
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And then shoot, tie to a post
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I will not change in my face! |
(in the face!)
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Do you want an ace on my forehead
|
So that the target burns brighter! |
(goal!)
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And then shoot, tie to a post
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I will not change in my face! |
(in the face!)
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Do you want an ace on my forehead
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So that the target burns brighter! |
(goal!)
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Fuck suck! |
How do you all annoy
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Nine, ten minutes to the clock, why didn't you comb your hair?
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I'll fry lard at the fire, MS from the forest, you will dance
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Under this verse, this is my method, winter and summer
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My advice is to lay down on all advice
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Remember this, my rap, not without harm
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Fucking true, tear tonsils for free
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Huge x * d on the Christmas tree, instead of a garland
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You turn on the smart one, I don't give a fuck, your mantras
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Your rhymes, hundreds of episodes of Santa Barbara
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Same shit, what could be dumber?
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I've never been bad, I was just too lazy
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Take you in plan, thousands of reasons to see in the creator-executioner
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It is necessary to mow in every possible way to turn everyone inside out
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Bracho
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Bravo! |
Bravo! |
Encore!
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Dedicated to all contemporary poets |