Belarus

Belarus, sipping on the gin and juice, we’re popping tops, everybody pop and lock, it’s getting dark, order at the bar, smoking on cigars, don’t you know we living large, fuck the past, haven’t I established we’re a different breed different dog different bark different pedigree, you’re just mad and you’re aura stinks of jealousy now back away cause you’re stepping on my territory. It’s just a boundary that I am enforcing, you’re vibes dead got me bored, got me yawning, plus you know that the bitch that you’re adoring, wants me to take her for a ride in my foreign. Go fast, go slow, now we’re in the end zone, riding in the Benz slow, we’re taking all her friends home, she’s stuck with us and you’re stuck up in a dead zone, tread slow before you end up being dead bones.