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Adil Omar
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Pindi Express
Im an outlaw baby, call me Waylon Jennings all you a-holes go AWOL, get laid out, deadly Imma sharp shooter, never spark buddha out for your heart, get marked, come submit to the dark ruler a star trooper, i aint no basehead chump I got the fire and conviction of a straightedge punk wavin black flags quick to make you spaceheads jump and got the package if she wanna get her face head-fucked, for real yeah, and when i tickle her thang she goes, -------------------- its classical radicals, you and your man could get snuffed quicker go figure, we the opposite of conscious fuck givers the Pacquiao of 'phaddas' packin punches in rappers' lunches knuckle sandwich servers with a platter for half the suckers Handled like a buncha fuckin wickets, you all in line We known for playin cricket like we bowling for columbine
Pindi express train hit em up with something quick Faster then the speed of light, we make em duck and shit its like a virus when we hit em up with something sick WHERE MY PAKI RAMBOS AT? tell em what the fuck it is Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
mini cooper city troopers gettin rid of you losers jinnah super, system boomin every inch of these woofers fake gucci fake armani, got a hold of your grandson and we're laughing cuz a stolen iphone is the ransom deliver it to cinepax, we silverback gorillas with the tinted glass windows and the whip is black you dont want no drama with my homies stay prepared for you phonies got an army of kids, but dont compare me to kony im finna stare at your hoe when she preparin to bone me, she go -------------------------------------- its typical we sons of anarchy, consultants of chaos a pack of wild wolves, you fuckers smothered in steak sauce in the class of 2012 i be the outcast homecoming queens imma end up in your mouth, fast jocks wanna jump? you get a challenge to act soon i shot more frat boys than national lampoon
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