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(Bu-Bu-Busta Block) Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out Screaming in the mic until I blackout Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out Screaming in the mic until I blackout Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud Ты тратишь кислород лишь чтобы портить настроение Не в добром здравии, но отведу все подозрения С утра проснулся, страшно посмотреть на отражение Я ненавижу вас, нахуй всё ваше население Fifty to your head I'm gonna rock my shit Screaming in your ears to get your fucking wig split I got fingers on the bass and I ain't scared to let it rip Watch me laugh and point the gun up to my face like it's a gift Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out Screaming in the mic until I blackout Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out Screaming in the mic until I blackout Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud Fifty to my head Screaming in the mic Put me on the mute Music as the Your body so good, it felt qute that I don't wanna Don't wanna, don't wanna chop it up I'm laying in pool full of blood And I'm gonna drain yours to the every last drop Looking for benefit every second You'll end up in bottomless pit You don't wanna try, you just won't go outside You are happy to rot in your chair Raise up your grades for your mom, find a job You don't wanna make her upset But you will still be in your room Till the moment that they find you dead Не пизди на долбоёба, если он не уебан Будь чутка терпимей к людям, и они пропишут в жбан Приложи ствол к моей голове и нажми на курок Схаваю все твои пули и отправлю в твой висок Говорят что время лечит, но мои часы стоят Громко лаешь, но твои кенты словно стая котят Расскажи, что эти строки твою душу леденят Я лишь хочу, чтоб ты задумался, тупой эякулят Сколько можно тратить своё время на хуйню? Буду тратить бесконечно и в апатии умру Жить непросто, да и похуй, я ебал эту планету За чужое пиздабольство я не дам тебе ответа Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out Screaming in the mic until I blackout Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out Screaming in the mic until I blackout Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud
Writer(s): Ilia Bozhok Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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