2021.02.05.
Hoods
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I don't care where I hang out as long as it's not Kotka
It doesn't matter if it's the east or west, now at Malminkartano
I package the cassettes and and shirts
I get drunk, I drink booze
Because of the mask, whores want sex from me
From behind the mask, lassos fly into your hair
Finnish rap is clammy shit
I even feel second-hand embarrassement towards myself
Even the fans are stupid chickens, they suck my dick
Just kidding, I love you
Don't offer me marihuana
Don't offer cocaine
Give me money
I'm a poor and hungry alcoholist and at home I brew alcohol
Fuck swag, Takkinen is the Simo Silmu of Finnish rap
It sucks being sober, and I don't want to take some amphetamine
So I'll just be at the local bar I sit there everyday
Tomorrow I'll feel like crying
I'm using hand gestures like I was a fucking deaf-mute
Fuck Facebook likes, I don't care if someone doesn't approve
You can whine, yell at me with a red face
The compass point doesn't fucking matter, It's the same everywhere
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The plan is to get drunk during the day
Red cases, empty fucking hash pills, bloody syringes, my man
Try to be sober yourself everyday in this goddamn scene
I conjugate words and these monkeys don't understand my message, tell me that I'll break one day
I go from the east to the west and south, I flee to the north, into the dephts of the forests
Somewhere hella far away where Fruity Loops and Qledi don't exist
Burn my notebooks filled with rhymes so I'd feel better
Get rid of my need to drink alcohol by drinking even stronger beverages and I crawl away
I throw up t every station, show a middle finger to the camera
The beers won't see the cashier instead they'll go under my fucking whores' dress
Fucking tactical, nobody knows Takkinen
That's the way it should be, even though I don't even want to wear this stupid mask
I'll throw it away and stop my rapper career
I don't care about wannabe gays, caps, cats or tags
The ugly or beautiful whores will never get close
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