Frankie Hi-NRG MC benpensano
those who are around us, in among us, in many cases, we never make promises without keeping them if not for the calculation, the end is only useful, every possible means, the stakes are highest, the imperative is to win and not to involve any another, the logic of the game the only rule is to be clever: no scruples or respect for their fellow men because the last shall be last if the former are unreachable. They are so arrogant with the weakest, rugs with powerful, they are replicating, they are all identical watch them behind a machete and you just can not distinguish. How lizards climb, and then lose their tail if the buy it again. They do what they want you to know are around, spend, spreading and that they have. They are around me but do not talk to me ... They are like me but they feel better ... They are around me but do not talk to me ... They are like me but they feel better ... ... And how the supposed live in blisters full-option, with dogs over 120 decibels and dwarves were not even Disneyland, Vivona fearing to seem poor, flaunt what you have envy and all the rest, then buy it, constantly escalation with the next build: parton from the lawn and go up to heaven, they have more dishes on the roof in St. Mark's Gospel and those who wash cars on Saturday evening whizzing between the asphalt and little children, as middle classes to which they belong, down to earth as missiles which resemble each other. Tiratissimi, s'infarinano, s'alcolizzano s'impastano a tree and then, boom! Noses Fruit of the Loom white as they become more of a red level of Doom ... They are around me but do not talk to me ... They are like me but they feel better ... They are around me but do not talk to me ... They are like me but they feel better ... Every man for himself, God for himself, shaking hands among the pews on Sunday, hypocritical hands, hands that fan things you do not tell or else other hands who knows what they think, are scandalized. Hands firman then petitions for the removal of castor oil as a smooth hands, hands that brandiscon batons, stuffing jewelry, which rise behind the brothers. What the night can not be run more, those who go to whores while their children guardan TV, making the boss, who buy as Class, who are sophisticated to call the NAS, nightmares of plastic that would set fire to all but Gypsy the only light is what gives them for money every night, when I hide on the dark side of their dark moon ... They are around me but do not talk to me ... They are like me but they feel better ... They are around me but do not talk to me ... They are like me but they feel better ...
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