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Rog (transl. Malady) is a 2005 Indian Hindi-language romance thriller film directed by Himanshu Brahmbhatt, written by Mahesh Bhatt and produced by Pooja Bhatt. The film stars Irrfan Khan and Ilene Hamann. The film was released on Irrfan Khan's 38 Birthday. more »

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We Don't f*ck with boys like Tom and Jerry
We got this thirty, shoot your wings down like a dead fairy
Took that boy to neverland cuz damn he ain't ever gonna land
Shoot you out the sky with a cannonball from the sand
Man, never tryna give back time you don't understand
So much hate for no reason, became a prop for a standup comedian
So, I learned how to be a chameleon
Always breaking my opposition down from median
You get in my way, I'll cut you in half
Katana to the throat
Or hang by this rope
No medium
Suicidal ideation gonna live for millennium
You see that mother fucker creeping
He walk around just reaping
Loves watching that poison seep in
To your blood, insert that dagger
To your skull, always pick out a slacker
His main goal to instill fright
Into children's mind's, break down all their might
That dark silhouette only leave a figure
So eerie they might end up pulling the trigger
911 what's your emergency
Red and blue come with that sudden urgency
All to see bodies on bodies
Left by a psycho aspired by an odyssey
To burn the world down to as much ash as there possibly could be
Flames arise left and right maybe the aliens could see
Cursed since birth no genie can even break the spell
Mother earth locked my fate and threw the key down the wishing well
You see that mother fucker creeping
He walk around just reaping
Loves watching that poison seep in
To your blood, insert that dagger
To your skull, always pick out a slacker
His main goal to instill fright
Into children's mind's, break down all their might
That dark silhouette only leave a figure
So eerie they might end up pulling the trigger
Feelin like all these pussies tryna hate
I'm just another white boy from the eight
I promise to you that I'm so much more
Broken soul blinded by the dreams of Dior
Not talking Iann but I hope we get to work, one day
I'll be having them say
Why'd we do R-O-G W-R-O-N-G
It's okay, I've been a dead man walking since before 2014
If I never picked up that nicotine, maybe I wouldn't be doing cocaine
Escalated my suicidal thoughts, like I'm not sane
True colors have been shown round me like those blind glasses
My teams rosters depleted, I've had to eliminate the masses
Keep pushing my buttons, there aren't anymore ticks
N if anymore "friends" keep hitting my ex, your sent to the apex
You see that mother fucker creeping
He walk around just reaping
Loves watching that poison seep in
To your blood, insert that dagger
To your skull, always pick out a slacker
His main goal to instill fright
Into children's mind's, break down all their might
That dark silhouette only leave a figure
So eerie they might end up pulling the trigger
911 what's your emergency
Red and blue come with that sudden urgency
All to see bodies on bodies
Left by a psycho aspired by an odyssey
To burn the world down to as much ash as there possibly could be
Flames arise left and right maybe the aliens could see
Cursed since birth no genie can even break the spell
Mother earth locked my fate and threw the key down the wishing well
Ah shit where'd the time go
These days walk alone wit a blade like Michael (Meyers)
But of course these bitches know I ain't no stud (Swish)
Why, is it every time I pull the trigger its always gotta be a fucking dud (F*ck)
The cause of my rage, cuz I never manage to be capable of spilling my blood
Real shit, been asking god for no more rainy days but,
In my head its always gotta be a flood, ain't no skies
(I've) been fighting this battle with my mental no highs
(Got) another letter in the mail from the judge, surprise
Found my seventh ticket, think I won, where's my prize (Huh)
When I say I drive like Nascar, there ain't no lies (No lie)
Tryna promote my sounds 'fore I get dead eyes
Failures not an option, I won't quit like those guys (Pussies)
Spend hours at the gym, ain't no more small fry
But muscles ain't shit, so I got myself a small .45 (Brrt Brrt)

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