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WATAFUK?!

Hey, hey, hey, oh yeah!
Hey, okay, hey, hey (oh, yeah!)
*Slava, what have you done?*
Yeah, Lil Pump, Jetski (ha-ha)
Hey, ye, ye, bitch, gr-r-a
 
What the fuck, bitch, I'm young 2Pac (Hey)
Oh my god, baby, booty bag on me (R-ra)
Gucci slippers, chains, gold, bathrobe (Too-too-too-too)
On my way to hell, I'm blowing out, on my way to hell (Ye)
What the fuck, bitch, I'm young 2Pac (R-ra)
Oh my god, baby, booty bag on me (R-ra)
Gucci slippers, chains, gold, bathrobe (Ye)
On my way to hell, I'm blowing out, on my way to hell (Too-too-too-too)
 
I'm 2Pac, bitch, I'm a young legend (Ay)
Driving a new white Mercedes onto the stage (R-ra)
Threw that bitch — she fucked my nerves (Fuck yeah)
You didn't get it, bitch, dad's always the first (Uh)
Two balls (Uh), ass is like two balls (Ooh)
Dad went wild, like a tiger's roar (R-r-r)
I'm the business owner, invited this bitch for tea (For tea)
These haters are screeching but I didn't notice (Nah)
We're on the block (Block), bitch, pass me the Glock (Glock)
Chains are frozen (Frozen), smoke up the ceiling (—Ling)
Call me Volodya and pay tax (Pay it)
I'll take all what's yours, I'll take it, yeah, bitch
Are dumb-don, ron-dan-dan-danda
East coast with me — call it a gang
Bandana on me, I stole your lady
Ha-ha-ha-ha, she calls me weird (Okay)
 
White wrist flooded with them Audemars baguettes (Yeah)
Fuck that bitch, sent her home in the jet (Uh, ew)
AK-47 make 'em do the chicken head (Fa-fa-fa)
Shot him in the stomach, but I hit him in the leg (Hoo, bow)
Slit wrist bitch (Uh), meet my skeet (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got a couple hollows I'ma go knock off a zit (Brr-brr-brr-brr)
Gang, he been off the H, he gon' shoot you in the face
Gang, he been off the thirties for like twenty days (Ooh)
Two million in the jewelry (Uh), wrist look like a McFlurry (Ooh)
I been sellin' white girls in the corner like a prostitute (Ayy, ayy)
I been takin' drugs from my grandma kitchen table (What?)
F'n that, put a hole in them like a bagel (Like boom)
Four in the mornin', I'm servin' crackheads (Ooh)
Brought a vector to the party, ooh, it's a code red
With this RPG (Bam), I'ma go blow up your moped (Bow)
With this MP5, I'ma leave his ass with one leg (Grrah! Like)
 
What the fuck, bitch, I'm young 2Pac (Hey)
Oh my god, baby, booty bag on me (R-ra)
Gucci slippers, chains, gold, bathrobe (Too-too-too-too)
On my way to hell, I'm blowing out, on my way to hell (yeah!)
What the fuck, bitch, I'm young 2Pac (R-ra)
Oh my god, baby, booty bag on me (Esketit)
Gucci slippers, chains, gold, bathrobe (Ye)
On my way to hell, I'm blowing out, on my way to hell (Too-too-too-too, brr!)
 


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2024.11.08.

Rubles worth nothing





(I want no K G B)
 

Look at them Russians, that’s not how you do it
They bomb their neighbors into smithereens
That ain’t workin’, that’s not how you do it
Rubles worth nothing and their press ain’t free
 

Now, that ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
For someone smart, he is acting dumb.
If it’s true you want to make some renovations
Don’t bomb the place to Kingdom Come
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

See the great Vladimir riding bareback for the papers
What a photo opportunity!
He won’t let his people see the cities he’s been bombing
They won’t hear that he wrecked their economy
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

I should’a learned to work the Kremlin
I should’a learned to be Putin’s friend
Make myself a couple hundred million dollars
And hope he doesn’t shoot me in the end
 

And he’s gone nuts. What’s this? Ukraine invasion?
Destruction of their cities and their industry?
Oh, this ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
Now your ruble’s worth nothing and their press ain’t free
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

Now this ain’t workin’, not the way you do it
This killing ain’t a good strategy
This ain’t work-in’! This ain’t how you do it.
Seen as a failure by posterity!
 

Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
 
2024.11.08.

Bodiam Sky





always remember the two of us dreaming a world
we can dream to the end
sun coming up in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never change
or forget how it is to be young and in love
at the edge and alive
holding each other together forever and promising
never to die
or forget how it feels to be sealed with a kiss
in this dream of a world
at the edge of it all
sun going down in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never fall
or forget how this world is now
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming to the end
how this world is found
in love at the edge
young and alive and forever in the sun
how this world is ours
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
dreaming
together
forever
 
2024.11.07.

Where's my head going?





I've forgotten everything I once loved.
And I have nothing left to look forward to
I don't want anything, and I don't want to hear your voice
I've lost my strength
Sober thoughts, tired body
I'm so sleepy
A hard morning and a hundred tries to make sense of it all.
 

Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
I can't sleep again till morning
I've got a lot on my mind
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
Where's my head going?
 


2024.11.07.

Art for 100 (skit)





All my hopes are in shreds
Hundreds of empty dreams
I want so much to believe it's not serious
I can run away from the sun
Or hide from the rain
But no matter how hard I try
I can't run away from myself