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soviet reunion - third strike lyrics

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[intro: soviet reunion]
(slowed)
this song is what the flock
i don’t listen to bach
i’m from the eastern block
i see a hawk (ahh)

i’m from the east
i make my bread with yeast
my car isn’t greased
i’m deceased

[intro 2: soviet reunion]
this is soviet man
with the third track of the trashy ep
we tried to find him so we could like get an interview or something
but we couldn’t
we actually looked like everywhere
n-body even knows who he is
like we don’t even know his name
i think he’s dead
prod lukerman! what the beow

[verse: soviet reunion]
my homie is big inch
this game i will clinch
my sk!lls make you flinch
they call me the grinch

i sold pottery
don’t play the lottery
and sub to thottery
my yummy bread is watery

we got honey from the bee
so we could eat it with our brie
i want to go ski and drink beef tea
start the 4a-ge

yeah i roll the dough
you already know i got it to glow
its the lawn you have to mow
be careful not to stub your toe

they called me the caveman
because i couldn’t afford a fan
but thats okay because i had a plan
it lasts my whole lifespan

i am not like gax
i play the baritone sax
put my car up on jacks
i do not pay tax

i dont need a crutch
i go and press the clutch
with saint goose and such
even though i’m out of touch

yeah you know i am dead
i eat the yummy bread
i broke my bobsled
its the end i do not dread

[outro: ninja]
what do you do
when you do not know da wae

- soviet reunion lyrics

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