Текст песни LaVey - Выстрел в упор part.1

Point Blank Shot
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(Brrra) Feel my head
(Brrra) Try shame
(Brrra) Your rap moveton
(Buum) This is shot at point blank range
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My opponent is reading without emotion
VOY issue when he wants to shoot up
The kid, drunk a lot with well
For that we will fight?
In this pair, I will destroy the scoundrel
Just use a couple of tricks
Non-stop in the track immediately in your columns
I hope you will understand my lessons
Until late Happy Feet
Wearing tights
I do not have enough blood
And cut throat
Know prucha, I'm better
Here I am a general, and you're the lieutenant
Here you horse, and I'm your driver
Run in fear loser
Vbey my nickname in Google
And read the letters
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The guy Sgin back
How can you pass on
I beat you in the womb, and may be used
Do not even steaming
You Craig Tucker,
I'm Peter Parker, ditch battles
Go into the third lucky you are, fucking Laqueur
He called himself Satan? Sgin to hell and
Click-clack - my rifmomet charged
This is a shot at close range, you immediately go to bed
But not to the mat, and floor studded
You lose this fight
Wipe tears and piss off home
Sometimes it does not jump over your head
Hush be, baby,
Your Ponte has long outgrown the borders of our country
Because of people like you, rap unrecognized mass was called slop bucket, destined to get along, became corrupt
You're nobody on paper
Rap is not a report card, but the pile for all through the ranks
I am one among the sheep flock
In a place where no talent
And irrelevant by those who did not pass on the format
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(Brrra) Feel my head
(Brrra) Try shame
(Brrra) Your rap moveton
(Buum) This is shot at point blank range
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