I shoot them in the face, I have a gang of the dead with me
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I hit the bloody horizon with a caliber 900
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And let mediocre cattle outnumber us,
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But I have rockets with me, we will blow them up today
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I charge the store, as always irresistible
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There is a life hack for pioneers: “Drip naphthyzine into the eyes”
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Someone's son flies past the massacre
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And he bought vodka today, no one asked for a passport
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I look like a black lord at black plasticine (hey)
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Don't come near us - we'll eat you alive (hey)
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No matter how you cheat here - your outcome is the same
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Become blood red paint for my paintings
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After all, I hit my head when I walked along the curve along
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The corridors of this pain lead straight to zero
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She will ask: Why am I so angry today?
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But I'm busy to answer, I procrastinate with a scythe (hey)
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I shoot (pow), haslim for days (y)
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With me pack (hey), bitches know (hey)
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After all, the flock is evil, they need to go to their mother
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'Cause I shoot (hey), I shoot (hey)
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I shoot (hey), haslim for days (hey)
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With me pack (hey), bitches know (hey)
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After all, the flock is evil (hey), they need to go to their mother (hey)
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'Cause I'm shooting (hey), I'm shooting
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I shoot every day, I'm a fan of black potions
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Bro worker of black affairs and supporter of the PM cannon Let's fly along the highway, just don't stumble, son
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I'm a rod, I'm a rod, I'm a rod, these bullets
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Instead of cereal for lunch, I unload my gun
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I've been a gun esthete for too many years
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My priority is gunpowder for scrambled eggs
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Plus, it's not tomato juice, it's automatic juice
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Son, everything explodes, god damn
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Rap gave, shawty dances on the table
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Let's go to the toilet, girl, I'll show you my AGS
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Only tete-a-tete, bitch, bitch, only tete-a-tete
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Here Chuvashia bouquet sends you fiery greetings (hey)
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I shoot (pow), haslim for days (y)
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With me pack (hey), bitches know (hey)
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After all, the flock is evil, they need to go to their mother
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'Cause I shoot (hey), I shoot (hey)
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I shoot (hey), haslim for days (hey)
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With me pack (hey), bitches know (hey)
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After all, the flock is evil (hey), they need to go to their mother (hey)
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'Cause I'm shooting (hey), I'm shooting |