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letra de canaries - ragù (rap group)

[intro]
sweet songs of hate/ sweet songs of hate/

[verse]
knew this guy down on my block, had two kids and pretty wife/
but anger fuelled his engine, and consuming all his life/
one day he got his glock saying; “who here wanna fight?”/
but i ain’t saying nothing, the canary in the mine, singing

[chorus]
sweet songs/
sweet songs/
sweet songs/
sweet songs/

[verse]
i knew this guy in school, he’s a racist piece of slime/
misogynistic pr-ck, who sit on twitter every night/
now all i see is gloom, and depression in his eyes/
it varies over time. the canary in the mine, singing

[chorus]
sweet songs/
sweet songs/
sweet songs/
sweet songs/

[stick]
sweet songs of hate/ sweet songs of hate/
sweet songs of hate/ sweet songs of hate/

[verse]
i remembеr five years back thesе p-ssies they were shaking in their shoes/
crying “crisis” shivering for isis, shamelessly recused/
themselves from democratic values now they s-d-sts with the blues/
yeah, i say this ‘cause it’s true – they ain’t got the b-lls for democracy/
these fascist pigs don’t dare to go and cross a few/
blocks and now these f-cks wanna celebrate in my face like i’m kostya tzshu/
give me “woooh”, i’ll sock m-th-f-ckas like hoffa do/
and put my feet down on these f-cking poofs like it’s a sofa group/
i’m done with the sympathy. f-ck that little whimp in me/
you want it, you get it, the chaos to mandate your victory/
i’ll give you something to be alarmist about eventually/
‘cause i remember vividly what conservatives did to me/
so tell jimmie, rishi, kickl and that meloni-c-nt/
that i’ve got a 40-some refugees set to squeeze of a mortar gun/
this what you wanted, huh? when you vomit out a quarter ton/
of gobsh-te and now you can suck a c-ck again like a former nun/
you can stand the anger but sadness have you running – forrest gump/
this capitalist dump will have you bowing when your foremen comes/
can you afford the sum for kidneys? then it’s more than some/
they skin you and spit your kids in the sink like when a wh0re is done/
the origin of control is the war with your neighbour/
hating each other while they benefit from all of your labour
your bourgeoisie momma bare the marks of a traitor/
when were poor enough were coming back sharp like razor/ we gon’ hang em’ with their puppet strings/ we gon’ hang em’ with their puppet strings/ hang em’ with their puppet strings/  you don’t owe it to your bank, man. you owe it to your kids/
we gon’ hang em’ with their puppet strings/ we gon’ hang em’ with their puppet strings/ hang em’ with their puppet strings/  you don’t owe it to your bank, man. you owe it to your kids/

- ragu rap group

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