paroles de chanson
Oi,
where'd
everybody
go?
Nah,
fuck
all
you
cunts
Yeah,
fuck
all
you
cunts
At
war
wit'
'em
all,
who's
up
At
war
wit'
'em
all,
who's
up
Skywalker
staunchin'
a
stormtrooper
Well
of
course
you
suck,
you're
a
poor
loser
At
war
wit'
'em
all,
who's
up?
Skywalker
staunchin'
a
stormtrooper
Yeah,
you
wanna
ignore
what
you
been
warned
Quick
draw,
never
forfeit
'cause
I'm
fit
for
it
I
get
shit
sorted
if
it's
important
Inglorious
and
he
been
snorin'
I
been
tormented
a
bit
But
I
keep
soaring
to
the
tip
like
an
eagle
'Vis
on
her
tip,
still
I'm
big
ballin'
Wit'
a
bitch
got
her
teeth
all
into
my
neck
Then
I'm
free-fallin'
But
you
flip
when
you
see
me
spit
on
your
TV
screen
Even
your
chick
got
the
heebie-jeebs
Screamin'
a
fit
like
DBZ
Fiendin'
a
sick
with
a
3DP
In
the
freezin'
heat
when
it's
three
degrees
Wait,
I
don't
know
what
I
even
mean
But
please
repeat
so
I
get
me
streams
'Cause
I
need
streams,
streams-streams-streams
That's
that
shit
that'll
get
me
cheese
up
Don't
believe
me,
don't
believe
us
I
need
streams,
nah,
I
need
Jesus
All
these
demons,
I
can't
keep
up
Nah,
and
I
can't
stay
sane
Yeah,
I
said
I
can't
stay
sane
I'm
lookin'
back
on
my
past
thinkin',
"Nah,
they
changed"
Yeah,
once
was
surrounded
by
hatred
Nowadays
people
thinkin'
I'm
crazy
lately,
how
could
I
blame
'em?
I
never
been
down
for
the
fame
And
I
never
been
down
for
the
payments
And
I
never
been
down
for
the
count
Not
an
ounce
of
doubt
could
be
crowned
as
the
greatest
Ay,
'cause
I'm
oh,
so
savage
Go
more
hard
in
my
promo
tracks
Than
your
whole
album
and
your
solo
act
'Cause
I
flow
so
mad,
G
Frodo
Baggins
smokin'
a
cone
wit'
the
photos
flashin'
Don't
go
classic,
you
don't
know
passion
I
bet
you
won't
go
match
it
Known
to
react
like
I'm
'go-go-gadget'
Load
that
ratchet,
I'm
just
jokin'
I've
grown
so
passive,
don't
go
gas
it
I
be
kickin'
in
my
dojo,
I'm
thinkin'
that
I'm
loco
Shows
that
my
foes
don't
practice
I
be
trippin'
on
the
low,
though,
stickin'
to
my
post
code
Spit
it
wit'
my
bros
like
Alex
That
was
madness,
and
Briggsy,
you
just
smashed
it,
aye
'Cause
we're
gettin'
on
a
level
that's
better
than
ever
Whatever
the
weather,
see
me,
man,
I'm
foolish
Actin'
cool,
but,
geez,
it
was
bullshit
Back
in
school
I'd
beef
with
the
cool
kids
Now
I
rule
like
Julius
Caesar
And
my
fuckin'
mood
swings
like
a
V-Dub
Got
a
couple
new
things
like
a
teacher
Gettin'
off
gasps
for
his
rips
like
a
feature
creature
Creep
up,
greet
ya,
how
nice
to
meet
ya
I've
come
for
your
soul
and
the
loot
But
if
patrol's
in
pursuit
then
I
bolt
like
I'm
Zeus
So
cold,
never
froze,
hold
the
bazoo,
woah
Got
a
crew
sold
to
the
blue
soul
Think
your
true,
make
emcees
fold
up
and
lose
Then
I
pour
salt
in
the
wound,
put
holes
in
the
booth
Falsely
accused
told
me
the
truth
That's
swine
flu
Swine
flu
season,
cuz
Yeah
Brrah!
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