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you're offended by the lyrics you're a bit of a bitch
I hate Christmas
Bitter and a bit of a Grinch
I hate Christmas
Slap at Santa see if he flinch
I hate

vysmievalo
pri tom o hudbe, ani holý ko*** nevedelo
stále sa len chlastalo, všetko by len ničilo
bralo všetko zo srandy, aj, keby neviem, čo by bolo
ale, čo

Gbera bi rocket to owaale ashegbe ikpe osi
Koma ro asele gboju n be gbagbe iyen investment no be by Rolex eru
Egbami egbami egbami ote tien seyen kole

Gbera bi rocket to owaale ashegbe ikpe osi
Koma ro asele gboju n be gbagbe iyen investment no be by Rolex eru
Egbami egbami egbami ote tien seyen kole

izakaba

Gbera bi rocket to owaale ashegbe ikpe osi
Koma ro asele  gboju n be gbagbe iyen investment no be by Rolex eru
Egbami egbami egbami  ote tien seyen

(okay) okay (okay)
3-2-5 ote, hombre
Dauernd haram leben, lauern, aber beten
Freitags in der Moschee, okay
Doch teuer wie Monet-Portraits (ahh)
Du

pretended to be an angel
Enti na wo agyae me yayaaya
Akɔfa obaa ote saa yi
Afei na wo ahu wo nfomsoɔ aa
San wo akyi bra
Na medɔ nwu yε ma wo koraa
Efiri sε me

by-pass
Mabedim night club düşünceler haylaz
Madenim ryhmelar kanı deli olan anlar beni çoğu ayvaz
Edilirler itlaf tipin Adolf Hitler aynı ayna orada git

Freeways

Men Without Hats

I Got the Message

Artist: Men Without Hats
Song: Freeways, this is a be-Side on several singles.
German lyrics transcribed and commented by:
Barnard@forge.franken.de

Ring the Alarm

Fu-Schnickens

F.U. Don't Take It Personal

1992

is gripped my lyrics do split up like
Bombs from Vietnam
Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet
Lyrics I lick with my tongue
And rhymes I

Bloodsuckers with they hands reachin'
Cause my preachin' got 'em
Thinkin' I'm really eatin' so to speakin'
My lyrics got my breath reekin'
Yes, I your rap sire

There Are Bad Times Just Around the Corner

Noël Coward

The Masters' Voice -- Noel Coward: His HMV Recordings 1928 to 1953

1993

from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're

been given, wassup?

Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on

Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them

from my fears in the twilight
With lyrics of a broken love
I told them of all the times I fell for you

Once I thought I'd set a fire in your eyes
But it

Am new to this game
But am already dropping way more hot bars
Than some of this rappers who been rapping for a decade
They lyrics sound messy they

I've been wearing my crown
You weren't born no ruler, just a jester, a clown
They be liking my lyrics but always telling me to dumb it down
I'll dumb you

But it matters to us"

They want something that feeds off my pain
So I wrote them this album
These lyrics the only thing keeping me sane
Yeah I know I

lyrics that I'm spitting about to split up all your brothers
Uh, I like it when she's spitting about to fuck somebodies mother
I just left her dripping

Am new to this game
But am already dropping way more hot bars
Than some of this rappers who been rapping for a decade
They lyrics sound messy they

check, look

You can't just read your lyrics,
You gotta be your lyrics
You gotta eat, sleep, and breathe your shit
Check me
You can't just say your lyrics

K.O I’m snoring all till the morning
Cut off the head of Medusa I’m coming for all the opponents sick you to ya stomach
Lyrics so sick I might vomit

Everything is gold
My music be platinum
Go and watch now
My fans they liked em
My lyrics were dope
My music was catchy
Saving the best
When the best

the things I wanna have 
Gotta maximize l’m

Lyrically empirical killing all theoreticals i’m executing in silence and always leading by example
Back in high

defeat

[Chorus]
Any beat I’m on Yeah, I murda I Kill em wit the flows lyrics, punchlines I Murda
I Kill em wit d flows Lyrics, punchlines Like Hitler I