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série noire
01:09
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Une ruelle sombre, froide et sale
Un sourire glaçant, un éclat de métal
Tes yeux s'affolent, ton coeur s'emballe
C'est sûr cette nuit te sera fatale
En un éclair il est face à toi
Une douleur sourde dans ton estomac
La lame remue, déchire tes entrailles
La douleur intenable et tu défailles
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drug free schools for me
01:08
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I was so bored at school
People around so cruel
Packed in a little stick
That new sensation makes me sick
I think I've found the solution
Promise me no more delusion
Now I'm invincible
The whole world is wonderful
My face covered by slime
This now how I'm killing time
I think I've found the solution
Promise me no more delusion
That's why they call me sticky nose
It's not because I got the flu
My new hobby is sniffing glue
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smells like piss spirit
00:58
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I hate kids cause they smell bad
Seeing their pretty faces drives me mad
Crying, shouting very loudly
Their stupid voices make me crazy
I hate kids
Don't ask me why
They're so goddamn fucking useless
Their narrow mind is a bloody mess
Their pathetic lives don't mean a thing
Sitting close to them is terrifying
I dream about a killing spree
Crushing their skulls with my knee
With my knee
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Une paire de rangeos bien lacée
Des gueules il va en casser
Poing américain reluisant
Taillé pour péter des dents
Un air bourrin et cruel
Il n’est pas là pour enfiler des perles
Un cigare vissé à la bouche
A chaque coup il fera mouche
Marion, Marion Cobretti
héros nouveau,
supprime
ces caractériels
Mitraillette en bandoulière
Notre héros s'en va en guerre
Une odeur de poudre plein les bronches
Prêt à éclater des tronches
Des pectoraux bien huilés
Un regard déterminé
Une mise en pli impeccable
Une volonté implacable
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5. |
I've got the curved edge
01:02
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I see it in your eyes
All that you want is my demise
I'm pathetic, dirty
My true colors the only me
Fucked up, shitfaced
covered with vomit
For sure I'm unbalanced
I smell like rotten meat
Don't fight me X3
Cuz I know servietsky
I roll over the floor
Always looking for more
Beady eyes roll back in head
To you I'm already dead
Fucked up, shitfaced
covered with vomit
For sure I'm unbalanced
I smell like rotten meat
Don't fight me X3
Cuz I know servietsky
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6. |
cool crimes
02:18
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Non stop listening Womanizer
Britney is my guilty pleasure
Drawing upside down crosses
An evening ending with stitches
It's cool crimes, Fuck of and die !
No tie knot all the day
Sneakers, caps are my way
Playing fast songs for young chicks
Booze level in kung fu kicks
A throne for rats, not for cats
At least I don't have a tribal tat
No claims, no trends
Long live the filth at the end
It's cool crimes, fuck of and die ! x4
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harambe's revenge
01:28
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The day I was shot, I cheated death
Ready for a new life, tired of being oppressed
My chains now broken, my mind is free
My cage is open, I can unleash the real me
DICKS OUT FOR HARAMBE !
Chasing chicks and smoking sticks
I met a bunch of assholes showing their dicks
With guitars and drums they're making noise
It didn't take me long to join those boys
We traveled the world, playing every night
spitting one, we had a lot of fights
Surfing every day, drinking every time
Penis out of pants, we cross every lines
Then suddenly came that cursed day
I shown my genitals to stupid children
Their mother was so pissed she took out a shotgun
Filled me with bullets, came the end of fun
Now I'm drinking beers up there in heaven
Waiting for revenge, hating kids forever
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Are teenage dreams so hard to beat?
Everytime she walks down the streets
Another girl in the neighborhood
Wishes she was mine, she looks so good
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right to the night
I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over cause I'm all alone
I need excitement , oh, I need it bad
And it's the best I've ever had
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right to the night
X2
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the devil rides out
01:11
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You read my eyes like an open book
And see my soul at every look
My tears, my fears, that no one can see
You made them yours then they disappeared
But I can see the rictus you try to hide
Behind the awful mask of the perfect bride
I know that your inner voice deals with cyanide
One day you will lead me to my last ride
I wanna see the devil inside you X4
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embrace my O-Goshi
01:24
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Strong feet, strong hips
I can see your fractured pelvis
No protein, no shit
For 3 weeks you'll cry like fat Elvis
Chorus:
Embrace my O-Goshi!
Don't talk shit, don't worry I'll be quick
You're just my 16th
O-goshi of the week
There will be blood on the tatami
I will cut you like a sashimi
You're gonna cry in the dojo
Kicking you right in the torso
Chorus
High kick, low kick oÔ, oÔ, oÔ
Deadlier than skate and destroy
Your eyes out of your eye-sockets
My fist like a skyrocket
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Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows,
No one cares, nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.
The moon is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
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12. |
stand out of my sunlight
02:56
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I'm a rock in your shoe
The mirror of your inner lose
No one can hurt me
Look at you, I'm free
(Pray to your gods I want anarchy
Barking like a dog I spit on your ideologies) X2
He's the first punk in history
Father of Joey, Dee Dee, Tommy and Johnny
Living in a jar with living rats
Like a bum in a russian dead squat
Thousand years before 77
There was only hell, no place for heaven
Only interested by wine and poems
Sodomized at ten to become a man
I don't wanna be a lighthouse in the storm
The trash, the filth is my new kingdom
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