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TP4L

You ordered some hooligans for our gig
They lose their teeth due to slaps in the crowd
And lie around in the first aid tent afterwards
This is TP4L, bitch, TP4L
We've got more cocaine than every drug cartel
And no, we're not selling it, we're taking it ourself
And we booze until the liver dissolves
This is TP4L, bitch, TP4L
 
'I'd suck your dick but I've got migraine'
Get down on your knees, otherwise you'll poop teeth
Don't talk shit, dude, what honour?
Just imagine I'd be your dad
Pep dealer mugged, continous ectstasy trip
And the coops are after me per wanted poster in a women's refuge
Your solo albums have been way to gay for me
I'll stop doing rap and you three are B2K now
 
I gift you a treasure chest full of gold at our date
And now follow me in my flat and give me your piss
I've got the musicality of needy warthog
That's the moonshine sonata volume 2
Finest lyrics
We're doing the sound for all fellows who think of plane noises as pussy
Perhaps we are the newest and the last trend
This is lift music, when somebody is stuck in it
 
You ordered some hooligans for our gig
They lose their teeth due to slaps in the crowd
And lie around in the first aid tent afterwards
This is TP4L, bitch, TP4L
We've got more cocaine than every drug cartel
And no, we're not selling it, we're taking it ourself
And we booze until the liver dissolves
This is TP4L, bitch, TP4L
 
Trailerpark -- heroes in straitjackest
Cause we scare the shit out of the world again
hearts broken and crap in mind
tattoo stitched by Micheal J. Fox
We ended up in the space shuttle, we tank up the drugs
Driving to the show with a tank
Finally fucking is back
Admit, you forgot what it is like long ago
 
'I didn't get the message of your lyrics'
Ehh, the message is, go, cook crack for me
My ex was shot on an acid trip last week
My role model consciouness is broken and rusted
German rapper: No talent but facebook likes
They don't have something to say at all but are dropping statements all the time
You're on-stage now, main act, playback, nice
I kill the ghost writer, who texts your gay tracks cunt
 
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