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tricky rasputin in the box - ph0ton lyrics

[intro]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[refrain]
tricky, tricky, tr*r*r*r*ricky
i met this little girlie, her hair was kind of curly
went to her house and bust her out, i had to leave real early
these girls are really sleazy, all they just say is, “plеase me”
or spend somе time and rock a rhyme, i said, “it’s not that easy”

[verse 1: layne staley]
i’m the man in the box (he was big and strong, in his eyes, a flaming glow)
buried in my pit (but to moscow chicks, he was such a lovely dear)
won’t you come and save me?
save me

[chorus]
feed my eyes (ra*ra*rasputin)
jesus christ (ra*ra*rasputin)

[refrain]
in new york, the people talk and try to make us rhyme
they really hawk, but we just walk because we have no time
and in the city, it’s a pity ’cause we just can’t hide
tinted windows don’t mean nothin’, they know who’s inside
[verse 2]
i’m the dog who gets beat (but the kazachok, he danced really wunderbar)
shove my nose in spit (but he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze)
won’t you come and save me?
save me

[chorus]
feed my eyes (ra*ra*rasputin)
jesus christ (ra*ra*rasputin)

[bridge]
you know somethin’, we ain’t really never had no old money
we got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you)
hey

[verse 3]
raindrop (drip), drop*top (drop*top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
f*ckin’ on your b*tch, she a thot, thot (thot)
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
we came from nothin’ to somethin’ (hey)
i don’t trust n0body, grip the trigger (n0body)
call up the gang and they come and get ya (gang)
cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
my b*tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (blaow)
[pre*chorus]
my ****** is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30s and hundred*rounds too (grrah)
my b*tch is bad and bougie (bad)
cookin’ up dope with a uzi (dope)
my ****** is savage, ruthless (hey)
we got 30s and hundred*rounds too (glah)

[chorus]
feed my eyes (ra*ra*rasputin)
jesus christ (ra*ra*rasputin)
he who tries (ra*ra*rasputin)
oh, feed my eyes (ra*ra*rasputin)

- ph0ton lyrics

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