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  • Текст песни Buck 65 - Blanc-bec

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Buck 65 - Blanc-bec, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    Punk-ass rapper I am, misanthrope
    No pants, tied to a tree wit' a skippin' rope
    King of the bums, rose in my teeth
    Laughing unhappy, I've chosen my grief
    I'm a skin-flint infant, destroyer enjoyable
    Neatly folded up and completely unemployable
    Twice bitten, washed up, bored stiff and burned out
    I can't wait to see how the photographs turned out
    Unwanted mongrel, dying flowers and stolen cars
    Can't remember my dreams, living on granola bars
    Blood in the toilet bowl, brains in the frying pan
    I am iron man
    Comin' to getcha with a stain on my shirt
    With all of my agony, my pain and the hurt
    A face like the walls and the ceiling is neutral
    You dislike me and the feeling is mutual

    Skeleton on fire, ridin' motorcycle
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' on a motorcycle
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' motorcycle
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' on a motorcycle

    I'm the cancer, the answer to all your curses
    Debaser, spelling the ruin of universes
    So-called art never sells like this
    Throws like a girl and smells like piss
    Sour puss, lone wolf, growth stunted
    Coming undone and running with the hunted
    Allergic to conformity, full of shit all the same
    Unintelligible, eligible for the ball and chain, hall of fame

    Skeleton on fire, ridin' motorcycle
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' on a motorcycle
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' on a motorcycle
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' motorcycle

    Auto-sodomite, the ultimate nuisance
    Offering my unwanted junk and my two-cents
    Mr. Know-It-All, empty with hatred
    Piss on your parade, nothing is sacred
    No friends, no ends, no God or homeland
    Uncommon denominator, abominable snowman
    Voted least likely, don't even approach
    The coach, the one that put the cock in cockroach

    Skeleton on fire, ridin' motorcycle
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' motorcycle, motorcycle
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' motorcycle, on fire
    Skeleton on fire, ridin' motorcycle, on fire

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