| Million +, Million +
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| Rest in peace bro, forever, ah, woo
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| I'll come as a scratch
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| I've never been a cut or a nerd
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| You were hit by a slag from my album
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| The dreadlocks are downside down
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| Grass green like Shrek
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| Give yourself a slap, you'll be a slap, a swing
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| I did so much damage to myself
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| You think about me so much that I'm out of it
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| Dude take care of yourself
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| Maybe you will be satisfied
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| I don't care if young or old
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| White, black, I have it in my pussy
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| They'll have as much time as you have to deal with the cockroaches
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| Or buy a cat or-or-or-or
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| I won't stop even when I'm on the ball
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| Your hatred is starting to be kitsch
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| Music put an arrow in my heart
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| Soul as black as licorice
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| Or dolls or lungs
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| Alice is waiting for the hare
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| Cinderella on shoes
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| And you before you see it
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| Then your candles will go out
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| I'm du for thousands
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| For millions, for gold, for diamonds
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| I conjure Hermione, Million +, three ypsilones
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| Everywhere I see only clones that should bow
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| Every year is my season, give us the Fabia chromes
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| I'm fucking you didn't understand
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| You will either find out in time or honor
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| I didn't ask your opinion, don't bother me with him
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| A fist can come for an opinion
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| And I have a fuck you five of us
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| You should have changed your mind
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| And I have a fuck you five of us
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| You should have changed your mind, boy |