Style is not an asshole, thoughts do not flow from a corpse
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The vaccine will kill the fool, all your truth is far away
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My hand is waving to you from an empty trawl
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"Bye" screams motherfucker, your life is not worth gallik
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A couplet from a drug addict, from a young old man
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Catch a wig from a young old man
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Verse from a drug addict, but not like you
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I'm for system breakdown, your attacks show off
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Soullessness of a maniac, face of the planet, panic
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Dive into beauty, the pit of stench is great
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The thorn is deep, you yourself are no better than a fag
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Resentment bitch poison the weak, for you my line
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On the positive along the paths, at night the owls are under the dope
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Bring a smile around, fuck you to bastards and cops
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Life imprinted on notes, pedals, cold on footsteps,
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But I'm going and I don't give a fuck, I'm fucking everywhere
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It used to be planted in the trash, I didn’t lie down in shit
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Damn, I didn’t rot in pieces, I didn’t become a shadow of muddied
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I didn’t give in to these tesks, I’ll fuck happiness to my drum like a scan
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Happiness under my drum, I will fuck like a scan
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If you believed the sound, you believed the voices
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As a result, the white bubble gum is smeared on the lips
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By letters, by syllables, pa pa pa sentences
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Words fly like bullets relish, cut like a cleaver
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Betrayal will not smooth out even a meter joint
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To a wild animal, your brother is a synonym for the word marriage
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I will be a man even in a doghouse
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Your road is exactly on a straight line
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Than another king, better a basement bum
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You are eternal, but how crippled and dried up,
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And I remind you that the rich also fuck
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Your crowd reminds, bitch, fat rats
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Smoldering smoothly, many many many many many shit
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A lot of shit, that's nice
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Many many many many shit, lots of shit
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That's nice, enough for a year, fuck you guessed it
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From hunger, hiccups, cheerfully vomit is released onto the land of the city
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Jonathan killed, looking for gold, fun room empty
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Stop here all the cunt, I understood the style late
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The mechanism waved in places, the hour has come
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Eternity will become clear for a moment, a mixture of good and evil
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Bitten by a rottweiler, heavy load from the bottom
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The dose burden is not used. |
Our rap is a weapon, press start
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The eternal mechanism undermines the pulse, I clear the way with rhyme
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Come what may, and what will be we will blow
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Each line will make it clear, the style is not an asshole
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Thoughts do not flow from a corpse |