| Back in the line of fire
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| Sayin' my style’s dated is like checkin' to see if wine expired
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| Salut, thought of that bar in the car
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| Cheffin' up in the truck like halal food
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| Got them raps for you, I ain’t talkin' gyros
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| Get on the mic and spit that porno for pyros
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| I’m not concerned with goin' viral
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| Knew I’d be the best
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| When Droogs was in the recess throwin' spirals
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| Mad punches, I was throwin' spiral notebooks away
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| Even wrote hooks for you to say
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| Now look at me today
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| Rockin' Woodstock and Lollapalooza
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| Get your dollars up, loser
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| While we worked hard, you fought and bickered, now you broke
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| I can see that malt liquor stain on your Nautica
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| Need to stop poppin' junk and pass that Henny
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| But don’t start a debacle over the bottle
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| Get rocked in your head with it
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| Then we’ll really see your numbskull, should’ve tried to be humble
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| Sprayin', it’s plagued to run up on you with a gun cocked
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| Stick safety pins in your face like you punk rock
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| The kid vicious like Sid
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| Dukin' your hot mom 'til my johnny get rotten seed on
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| Only bustin' these sex pistols from now on
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| Anarchy in BK, that’s all we play
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| I’m sittin', thinkin' in the dark
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| Hit my boo up like, «When we linkin' in the park?»
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| Take it to the head, ball courts, finger popped the tote
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| You lames in the crib playin' Papa Roach
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| This ain’t rap, it’s hard rock with a hip-hop approach
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| Jethro meets Death Row, Death Row tone
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| Pull a Suge Knight, make you drink piss
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| Who you think you is? |
| You ain’t a thug, you listen to Incubus
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| Son, new streets’ll break your heart
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| I know cats that’ll murk it and take part in a Stop the Violence march
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| Yoke up young dweller in the elevator
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| And watch the footage on News 12 later
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| Doin' hot boy shit to get 'em knocked
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| The old heads like «Chill, let him rock»
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| Wildin' with that death metal, desperately need an alternative
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| Most of these kids dyin' ain’t even get a turn to live
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| Go straight from Juvy to juve
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| Talkin' 'bout how they move yay, off white like a duvet
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| Only folk they know is the game, never heard of Joan Baez
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| Lot of freaks were goin' bi, les
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| I paint pictures that’s hi-res
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| , the parachute jump light blinkin' in the room
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| 'Bout to go back to my old way, true, true
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| You know I don’t fuck with Coldplay and U2
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| U2? |
| I hate them mothafuckas — yo they suck! |
| Yo what happened to all the good
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| rock music? |
| I wanna know! |
| Man, yo 92.3, remember that? |
| Yo I’m 'bout to cop a
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| guitar, Skiz 'bout to get on bass, RTC on the drums. |
| Yo forreal,
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| we’re gonna take over. |
| Yo we the new Alice in Chains. |
| Yo I’m watchin' Clerks
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| right now, on the big screen
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| That’s beautiful, man
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| And he’s from Russia, too
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| No way, what part of Russia?
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| I don’t fuckin' know, do I look like his fuckin' biographer? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Porno For Pyros, artist - Your Old Droog. Album song Kinison, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп