Recep Tayyip Erdoğan

Alphabet cats on the evening of the gold doom Malcolm ex pats balconies full bloom Counting with they fingers underbelly triggers And the tides change rivers and the lies raise figures Me and three jeans on the wire Birds go olive pits expire Hands wipe cigarette ash Chance like chimneys Happy motherfucking mustache Met him in the morning on the afternoon Gas pile rubble motherfucking fumes A few more students motherfuck the moon A few more movements before the war resumes And alphabet cats on the gold tomb The Malcolm ex pats on the balconies Counting with they fingers how the war relieves And tides change rivers for the autumn leaves Just a few more movements fore the war resumes Just a few more movements fore the war resumes Another hundred another skinny fucking hundred No, you couldn't buy a soul but a soul won't cut it huh You mother's blunder I fucked your mother till your sister fucked your mother Till Zeus hid his thunder huh Altitude cops shock awe A thousand lost hopes locked caps Thousand histories one smoothie Jesus was disguised as Jack Ruby The cops on the balconies Malcolm And Martin like a ex pat falcon A thousand histories one smoothie And Jesus on a balcony Ruby But a hundred another skinny fucking hundred And you couldn't buy a soul no you couldn't buy soul Till your mother fucked your brother til' Zeus fucked the thunder huh