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Jebem vaše čačky mačky z posledného dropu (ú)
Jebem vaše čačky mačky z posledného dropu (á)
Jebem vaše čačky mačky z
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Jebem vaše čačky-mačky z posledného dropu (ú)
Jebem vaše čačky-mačky z posledného dropu (á)
Jebem vaše čačky-mačky z
dwa chce zobaczyć tu pazury lwa
Parkiet co od prawej do lewej gna
Szybciej niż śmigło helikoptera
Kiedy on mówi bum to ja mówię RAH
Na 3 na 4 na 5 na 6
throne (Nigga)
By all means
Let me at 'em, let me go
(Let me at 'em let me go migo)
And I'm willing to bet that all kings
Will bet they crown
deadpan stare
Long for worth in dying oceans
To never unearth
By the scorn of weakness lay me to rest
Rip away the flesh we scarred with god
And scour our
Midnight
& autumn leaves are turning brown
Night light
I look to find you not around
& the wind blows
Scorn into the face of fools who
Break
the scorn left the scene
And paid the circle back to let you know
Gotta get my paper bro
If I can't I'ma let it do
We coming back for mo, and kicking
spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that
Are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped
Off by the system (Oh)
Cops,
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
appreciated by a powerful eye
As I understand, man is to cherish the land
As we coexist hand in hand
But as time has past
Man has created a vast
Mass
Billy, the bum lived by the thumb
And sang of the hobo's delight
He'd prove he could run
Twice as fast as the sun
By losing his shadow at night
Now
I'm addicted to stress, that's the way that I get things done,
If I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long,
And I hang around like a bum,
I
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
relies on the lord.
Of what use is the love of others to me?
Oh Maharishi, if my own father scorns me?
My mother herself is very much neglected by my
ordinary man.
A man born of royal blood
must live by sword in hand.
This one not so lucky,
as he fell to his knees.
Suddenly inflicted,
deranged with
Are you born from the abyss
And have you sought the creed
That drape the shadows
Of your own thought?
Is your heart mesmerized
By the fire
A scene of time flashes across the mind of the ancient one,
Defender and chosen soul above all by SHE.
One of the isochronal encounters
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
to unity?
It's like that, and that that's the way it is
Disillusion is the word
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses
born
And laid Him in a manger
Upon this blessed morn
On which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
I asked the world a question
When did you begin?
I asked him of his problems
When did you go wrong?
My singing cells have power
An army by my
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
was born,
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn;
That which His Mother Mary,
Did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
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