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  • Текст песни Vents - The Punisher

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    [Vents]
    Yo, yo, yeah
    I got the napalm jelly for your platoon
    Smell the kerosene fumes and the molotovs, ready since the womb
    Smoke getting heavy in the room
    No joke like second-hand fits found buried in the dunes
    Put me in your arm, feel the calm when it hits ya
    Find me in the street making noise, Hare Krishna
    You get the gist of, feeling I'm stuck
    Free to choose, but make the right choice or you're fucked
    Too much is never enough
    Pharmaceuticals moving like Veniamin peddling stuff
    A rich man with a permanent frown
    Got a four-wheel drive and the old prick's never left town
    Had a heavy let-down when the company called
    No work but Centrelink cushioned the fall
    I heard a wise man talking bout saving the poor
    Give a little then take some more, now get ready for the

    [Chorus: 2X]
    Big up, big up, what's the deal? How you feeling?
    Busting up the jam, bad man, it's the villain
    I'm Vents number one, competition is none
    You start up the beef, then consider this done

    [Vents]
    I gotta hit 'em with magnum force, sort of like a bad divorce
    Slamming doors and gambling, your dad in the courts
    Just lending a hand in the war for your mind and your thoughts
    Financed by the fines in the courts
    I'm performing divine intercourse with the marijuana, Belladonna
    Can't we all just get along?
    I'm witness to market collapse
    Armed with the facts and the mask and the gas
    This is arts and crafts for the mass of the disgruntled
    and the displaced, Happy Meal shit tastes cancerous
    Dr. Death got the potion
    Praying for a quick death all by my lonesome
    Drowning in the ocean, big city life
    We driven by the money and a big titty wife
    So take what you like but when the game stops
    put the king and the pawns back in the same box, now

    [Chorus: 2X]

    [Vents]
    Putting holes in your dealer with a box cutter, castrate the cocksucker
    Take the car keys and ride, you got robbed brother
    Make a bonehead suffer
    Give me that Southern Cross back while the molotovs crack
    Holocaust rap, horrible thoughts
    I pause to make sense of never being born
    Living alone, dying alone
    Trying to phone somebody, anybody, please tell me you home
    It's the punisher, right in front of ya, don't hear none of ya
    Like 'em kind of young, he put a nut in her, uh
    By the time it's a boy, twelve dollars a week
    So that little bastard could eat
    Now, bullets be the cure for beef
    I wonder what's the cause, same shit that powered our fleet, what?
    Ain't nothing sweet
    I'ma stay pissed off and talk shit till my heart don't beat, yo

    [Chorus: 2X]

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