The worst you cleam Only on me, I off system, I feel alive
The worst you cleam Only on me, I off system, I feel alive I bull ice, Lat coming from me The worst you cleam Only on me, I off system, I feel alive I bull ice, Lat coming from me
I wanna fucking do i mean I so walla from me, I crawl, wash your brain You get now, You son's lost loss lot puff muder He's like the 'Rambo' Like the 'Robocop' People learning with people Squeeze life down, Syndrome the panic The birthday, On chistimas write story With shit war's, and box soldiers And I, Lose with gun Hit flowers your hands, And son runaway Your son murder seen And not murden nothing listen He's mutt live in peace
The worst you cleam Only on me, I off system, I feel alive I bull ice, Lat coming from me The worst you cleam Only on me, I off system, I feel alive I bull ice, Lat coming from me
Well, any he's, the kids left save Mosh, puff mudder, lost you cry He's killer, Your son killer Not believe in jornal
Live nookie, Live in peace Live nookie, Live in peace Singing in stop, he's not stop Learn the one shut up Stop, Stop, Stop Collision your breathing Collision your breathing The end broken with the mutt
You are intelligent, Yes You are killer, I not am You progent the America, We am's armageddon
Your son is adult But sens things the kid
I am, You's am American, Yes I listen 'Yeah' Because the america is Brazil
I am brazillian, Yeah, Yeah Here retrart to life the world And to loss the kids write