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Bani Murdari

Hey, fool where from are you comin' ?? I can assure you, you got nothing to do here On you soft, little face Hey, fool you got any business ?? I can assure

KRYS: De la came(fois 4) par tonnes Dealer la mort pour sa propre survie Ne peut procurer qu'un bonheur en sursis Je veux pouvoir gagner ma croute sans

Boy, you can go away And don't try and come back I don't forgive mistakes. don't you excuse yourself You're a scabby liar We need some blood to clean

Hey, fool where from are you comin' ?? I can assure you, you got nothing to do here On you soft, little face Hey, fool you got any business ?? I can

Oh! I envy you, you got so much self-assurance You're so insolent, but... by the way you got nothing to say You're clever boy, probably you've got

Sittin' in his strange room After midnight, under the moon Thinkin' ' bout fuckin', lookin' through the glass We're listening to Max, he keeps tellin

I'm gettin' in Can you feel the shake Snakes and rats I'm inside Get out from here I don't need a toy I f... your advice Dickheads go home! Boss is out

We came yesterday Here it's not O.K Everywhere we feel Smell of little lies. Menace, Confusion Backwardness, Irritation Yeah, we feel the pain Oh, it

KRYS: De la came(fois 4) par tonnes Dealer la mort pour sa propre survie Ne peut procurer qu'un bonheur en sursis Je veux pouvoir gagner ma croute sans