Текст песни Stinkin RichBuck65 - Year Zero
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(HARD)...to the core, battle scarred & still standin`I`m workin` the technics, the newborn`s abandonedInstead of demanding to clock a thousand just toRock the house and shit, walk the miles in my shoesKiss my ass in the middle, say pretty pleaseAnd see for yourself that I should get fi`ty GsHeads to bed over a thousand blownI got skills to satisfy until the cows come homeYet and still, getting dissed by dead presidentsFor as long as the random house is my residenceRun down to the point where some say it`s an eyesoreBut at sundown, the neighborhood will see some shit to die forRestoration of the classic spectacle and proud as hell`Cause we can all share in something more respectableShouts out to those who voted "yes" in the comitteeAnd acid in the face for those who want to treat the cityLike a firing range... in the land of make-believeYou`re gonna suffocate when it`s time for you to take a breatherSo drop the bomb that breaks the world in two piecesYou`ll see the bonfire kindled with the pages of your thesisFaces of the damned are seen in picturesTo be burned in the square where they used to burn witches!The path is made with broken glass to crawl acrossAll is lost... destination: HOLOCAUST!