Yeah, ok
Sort, sort, sort, yeah
A story about a whore, a story about a carrot
With Grey Goose in hand, I see it's getting crowded
I see my friend in the distance and I think he's making out with a bitch
Her guy shows up, we're gonna have to smoke him

So we pull out the Kalashnikov
Everyone backs off, I'm drunk on whiskey
Catch him, at worst we'll tie him up
It's gonna get messy, we're gonna get stained

Yeah, pull out the Kalashnikov
Everyone backs off, I'm drunk on whiskey
Catch him, at worst we'll tie him up
It's gonna get messy, we're gonna get stained

A story without a sequel, a story without a condom
My phone rings, it's my friend Yacine
He tells me some bastard got his little sister pregnant
And he's not taking responsibility, he wants to leave town

So we pull out the Kalashnikov
Everyone backs off, I'm drunk on whiskey
Catch him, at worst we'll tie him up
It's gonna get messy, we're gonna get stained

Yeah, pull out the Kalashnikov
Everyone backs off, I'm drunk on whiskey
Catch him, at worst we'll tie him up
It's gonna get messy, we're gonna get stained

So we go out, out, out (we pull out the Kalashnikov)
So we go out, out, out (we pull out the Kalashnikov)
So we go out, out, out (we pull out the Kalashnikov)
So we go out, out, out (we pull out the Kalashnikov)

A story about money, a story like so many others
The door gets kicked in, it's the bailiff
He takes the Piwi, the plasma and the console
My son sheds a tear, I'm gonna have to smoke him

So we pull out the Kalashnikov
Everyone backs off, I'm drunk on whiskey
Catch him, at worst we'll tie him up
It's gonna get messy, we're gonna get stained

Yeah, pull out the Kalashnikov
Everyone backs off, I'm drunk on whiskey
Catch him, at worst we'll tie him up
It's gonna get messy, we're gonna get stained

A story about football, a story about flip flops
I'm at the City Stadium, it's the Champions League
I see the flying goalkeeper getting lobbed
We take the win and he doesn't want to leave

So we pull out the Kalashnikov
Everyone backs off, I'm drunk on whiskey
Catch him, at worst we'll tie him up
It's gonna get messy, we're gonna get stained

Yeah, pull out the Kalashnikov
Everyone backs off, I'm drunk on whiskey
Catch him, at worst we'll tie him up
It's gonna get messy, we're gonna get stained

So we go out, out, out (we pull out the Kalashnikov)
So we go out, out, out (we pull out the Kalashnikov)
So we go out, out, out (we pull out the Kalashnikov)
So we go out, out, out (we pull out the Kalashnikov)
Woo
The king
I'm drunk on whiskey
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, pull out the Kalashnikov

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