Calm dead, killed under the bow
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Where Boeings do not fly, they are afraid of robbers
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Let's make history here, God help the poor
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To the envy of fucking pros, we break legs with rhymes
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Through the speakers we will lay out all the cardboard houses
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Burst membranes, gorillas fuck in the nursery
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I see you are very strict, you are half naked on a pony
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And I'll hammer everything in a row, whether it's uranium or plutonium
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Marrakesh at the microphone, don't piss in your pants
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Our clan is miserable for many, and you are a motherfucker for many
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Lock criticism in a stall, we're still here for a long time
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Until the dumb people from the stage shout "dick!" |
all the way
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The dish of the slain is ready, now we will add spice
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I choose Moment glue, you choose R&B
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Our LEGO sets include paints and syringes
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Whilst you piss on the forums your bitches grow mustaches
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They attacked, but not with croppers, they were killed here, but not by you
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It smells like truffles in here.
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"Moonlight Sonata" together with us bang from under Bach
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Well, what the hell, you yourself are in awe
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Having gone crazy, we lay, we bring down here not barely
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They sniffed, they wanted, they took, they knew, they hammered thoughts with truth
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Seki shoals, all neighbors were killed, here we inflate on honey in the elevator, we blow it up in the padik
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If there are smiles on the face, then we give out a pip on growth
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Gang, vegetable department, any jamb is not the limit and destiny for us
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Here the garbage would have settled from the donkey
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Here time was chopped up from time to time, broken for years
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Where is the water, where is the foot, why is the hand, why is the head?
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Don't spread your wings, souls
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Our destinies do not judge the cop, do not round up the lava
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What did the map say?
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I walk along the moat around the world, I roll my paper myself
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Joy filling the souls of all who listened to it
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Killed not by you, the music drowns out the bass
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I stand out from the crowd with my red eyes
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Coming like a tsunami, there will be cotton wool under your feet
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It will be as if suffocating your soul with sweet vapors
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Here is a mixture of those who fall into the maze
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The meaning of each of you is a ganja or a screw
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It's for work or a party where it's rubbish (huh?)
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This is the fire that kindle the boys
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You and we like to get killed by junk
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Cones and gunpowder, buns, booze (eeee ..)
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Come in, let's try, mix together
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Hey white, be the first!
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Unnv lovers play on your nerves
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Blow smoke, if in a vein
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If it's hot, foam at the mouth |