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I can't describe, these words are hardly uttered
You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,
Give journal blisters, activist spitters, from the Aryan brothers to the sisters,
Glocks, that's a german invention, riding with Troikan killers
I walk around with a Euro crucifix upward
You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,
Spit heat through my teeth, smoking green for the grief,
So bailout gods of rap, think i'm an ancient greek
Or even more like pythagoras if we are taking it to greece,
Cheeko c will make you looking back at your shoulder,because i leave
But my mind is big, monetary creations are forming
In greece i'd pilot a EURO chariot thru austerity skies at morning
Euro river leap stream another triple bailed Queen
And when you knock knock on the door tryin to get at me mane,
All you EURO niggas just trynaa say austerity grace
So many kings of EURO, you know me as the ace
Im a Troik rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction than an IMF tit
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
Dude Tsipras he never fit in, always faking sick
Suckin my dick, writing with confidence , callin me a prick
A stressed beseecher with quest for decimation and Med features.
And confidence is descending, just like our Euro leaders
And when you knock knock on the door tryin to get at me mane,
All you EURO niggas just trynaa say austerity grace
So many kings of EURO, you know me as the ace
