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C'est La Fete Dans Mon Slim Vous etes tous invites C'est La Fete Dans Mon Slim You may to say okay Yeah ! C'est La Fete Dans Mon Slim Y a pas de
Connect the people Ere du plastique Moustiques toxiques Worry boy Milliardaire, fric Disparition des pandas FUCK YOU !!! le planete est en danger
Je suis Muzik Je suis Muzik Je suis Muzik Oh oh oh oh ... (X2) Je fais pas muzik, Je suis muzik . Je prends pas drugs, Je suis drugs . Je fais pas
Danon !!! ca va mon vieux Robert? T'es pas trop fatigue? il est deja 9 heures et a ton age tu devrais etre couche quand tu passais a la tele c'etait
(feat. El-Producto) [Del] Aiyyo whattup El-P? [El] Yo whattup Del-phonic? [Del] Nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man tryin to listen to my
right can't trust anyone with thoughts you'd like to tell no escping this dark hell [Chorus] and our lives grow cold in their eyes we're proles [x2]
OK! Hey Justin! Du kannst mal meine Arschhaare rauchen du Tamponlutscher! (Rebecca) Pussys let`s go, Prollos let`s go. (Madchen) Dies geht rau? an deinen
Yo man what?s up das ist Pussycat Prolls! Yo ihr geschmalzten Mutterlutscher hier ist Schei?-T! Rebecca du Missgeburt, wenn du gegen uns laberst laberst
Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh And all the girlies say, "I'm pretty fly for a white
Feelings Nothing more than feelings Trying to forget my Feelings of hate Imagine Beating on your face Trying to forget my Feelings of hate Feelings
Falling, I'm falling Falling, I'm falling Have you ever walked through a room But it was more like the room passed around you? Like there was a leash
Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings
When we were young the future was so bright (Whao) The old neighborhood was so alive (Whao) And every kid on the whole damn street (Whao) Was gonna make
When the siren's flash is gone And we're left to carry on All the memories are too few When the pastor's music plays And that casket rolls away I could
We've been playing now for much too long And never gonna dance to a different song I'm gonna scream and shout till my dying breath I'm gonna smash it
One, an' two, an' three, an' four An' one, an' two, an' three, an' four An' one, an' two, an' three, an' four An' one, an' two, an' three, an' four Goodbye
Lay awake, I don't give a shit If I even ever wake up in the morning Down below, there's a pile of sin Always waiting for a, waiting for a warning Burned