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Spider-Man

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Spider-Man, Spider-Man!
What is that? It's a flipping Spider-Man!
Where is he? Who is he with now?
He's taking some whore to town,
'Cause he, he's just a spider!
 
He does his spin-offs,
Along with the police beating them.
He throws a net on them like you do dogs,
Later he chucks them in the trash!
Spider-Man! Spider-Man - screw you!
 
You fly through the sky with him, you know you're screwed.
So he keeps you, and shoots you with his sticky stuff!
You fly through, the sky with him, you know you're screwed.
So he keeps you and shoots you with his sticky stuff!
 
A spider I take it has eight legs,
This dipsh*t has only two!
What kind of Spider-Man is that?
He's a drugged-up moron!
He's the Belgradian Spider-Man!
 
He's smoking Marlboros through his mask,
He threatens passers-by with a plank.
Then robs them of everything they have.
What kind of man is that?
Spider-Man, Spider-Man is all messed up!
 
You fly through the sky with him, you know you're screwed.
So he keeps you, and shoots you with his sticky stuff!
You fly through the sky with him, you know you're screwed.
So he keeps you, and shoots you with his sticky stuff!
 
'Cause he is just Spider-Man.
One messed up Spider-Man,
The one at the flea market, Spider-Man!
 

Spider Man

Spider man, Spider man! What is that? It's a fucking Spider man!
Where is he? Who is he with now? He brings one bitch in the city, 'cause he, he is just a spider!
Derivatives do him, he thrashes the cops.
In the web he throws them like dogs, like trash he throws them away later! Spider man! Spider man, fucked you!
With him you fly through the sky, you think you fucked him.
But he keeps you, and with you he blows glue!
With him you fly through the sky, you think you fucked him.
But he keeps you, and with you he blows glue!
A spider may have 8 legs, this shit just two! What type of Spider is that? He's a drugged freak! He's a Belgrade Spider man!
He smokes marlboro through his mask, he beats passers-by with a board.
He abducts all of their money. What kind of man is that? Spider man, he is a fucked Spider man!
With him you fly through the sky, you think you fucked him.
But he keeps you, and with you he blows glue!
With him you fly through the sky, you think you fucked him.
But he keeps you, and with you he blows glue!
Spoiled Spider man, on the flea mart Spider man!
 

Reality

We forget the heroes and brave ones,
we remember only the bad guys,
because our land is ruled by the parties
that protect the thieves and scoundrels.
Our children are leaving while i
worry if they will ever return,
and you stare at reality!
 
Our lives are lie,
the others manipulate them.
We have got the long internship
with our freedom took away.
 
Unimportant thinks keep us far away
from the essence and reality itself.
They are the wall that stand
between every shameful truth and verity.
 
Sleep peacefully, nation,
under the occupation!
 
We forget the heroes and brave ones,
we remember only the bad guys,
because our land is ruled by the parties
that protect the thieves and scoundrels.
Our children are leaving while i
worry if they will ever return,
and you stare at reality!
 
Without empathy we are born in the selfish desires,
and led through the life by the foreign ideas.
Behind the small screens we live the lives of others, we love the idiots!
Our spiritual food is watching atrocities, dread and the horrors!
 
We enjoy the terror of the presenter.
We contemplate the nightmare from the armchairs!
 
We forget the heroes and brave ones,
we remember only the bad guys,
because our land is ruled by the parties
that protect the thieves and scoundrels.
Our children are leaving while i
worry if they will ever return,
and you stare at reality!