Текст песни Stinkin Rich And Buck65 -  Year Zero   
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(HARD)  
...to the core  battle scarred & still standin`  
I`m workin` the technics  the newborn`s abandoned  
Instead of demanding to clock a thousand just to  
Rock the house and shit  walk the miles in my shoes  
Kiss my ass in the middle  say pretty please  
And see for yourself that I should get fi`ty Gs  
Heads to bed over a thousand blown  
I got skills to satisfy until the cows come home  
Yet and still  getting dissed by dead presidents  
For as long as the random house is my residence  
Run down to the point where some say it`s an eyesore  
But at sundown, the neighborhood will see some shit to die for  
Restoration of the classic spectacle and proud as hell  
`Cause we can all share in something more respectable  
Shouts out to those who voted "yes" in the comittee  
And acid in the face for those who want to treat the city  
Like a firing range... in the land of make-believe  
You`re gonna suffocate when it`s time for you to take a breather  
So drop the bomb that breaks the world in two pieces  
You`ll see the bonfire kindled with the pages of your thesis  
Faces of the damned are seen in pictures  
To be burned in the square where they used to burn witches!  
The path is made with broken glass to crawl across  
All is lost... destination: HOLOCAUST!