| Everything is assembled again, come into our gothic castle
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| Mystical atmosphere beyond all limits
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| We have a strict dress code, all black, black robes
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| On leashes, masked slaves wipe the statue
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| Watching the property, gargoyles on the roofs
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| Vein blunts in different varieties of plants in hands
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| Midnight on the clock, blood syrup in glasses
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| Plans to do (devil shit) in front of your eyes
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| Barely standing on our feet, purple smoke in the sky
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| Purple haze for us is not in purple colors
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| The fragrant smell of the brew seethes in the cauldrons
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| Every meter is impregnated, in filled halls
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| Twilight dissolves in green lamps
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| A thick mixture flows like a river, the mind is clouded
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| Codeine propaganda on the block today
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| Haven't fainted for a long time, crankcase - three sixes
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| Raise up the Glock hello (not much~)
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| R.I.P. |
| we ourselves let this darkness into the house
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| Face to face, finish chemical mortal combat
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| Hide bit modes all, final credits
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| Not a drop of sprite forever remember this combo
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| We prepare blood syrup here, this terrible bomb
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| We spend the first release together for the thirteenth year
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| My team - Three 6 Mafia, rest in peace loh
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| Double cap, dripping blood
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| Two bottles of Glick again
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| Smokey Mo slows down the way
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| I dodge bullets like Max Payne
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| Thoughts float in my head
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| Everything around in space hung
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| Give me fire, the boss will fix
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| Indica, Sativa, always fly
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| Purple blanc froze in hand
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| A blunt slowly smolders in the teeth
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| My eyes are redder than lava
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| At my feet lies a slut
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| Hell is hotter than Houston
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| It's codeine and it smells like cabbage
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| We are high, but not Aeroflot
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| Fly with Velial Squad |