Album: Jinx
What do you think about the man that never came, caught
in his own bad game under a new name. You are no better
cause you do not feel shit, you moan & whine till you get
another hit. So what´s with the new style. I will f*ck you up and
wait for a new trial. Oh my you think your made you got
you are 1st laid, can´t you see it makes you hate. So step
the f*ck back we aint no joke say what you want you got no
hope f*ck Tony Montana we got more dope to spread
around, f*ck around, wake up with your nuts bound to my
bedpost KY jelly I will be your perverted host. Lyrical mass
murderer slitting your throat cutting you up & then bury ya.
Better hurry yall. It is time we took the glow off slap you in
the face
grab your balls & make you cough.
They call you Puto motherf*cker. They call you Puto
motherf*cker.
It is all crap, a trap, & no way out. It is no use to talk if you
can´t scream it out loud. You do not believe you will not hear it,
you do not want to beat it, you do not want to act unless you
fear it. F*ck you punk you do not stand a chance, the four of
us are back & it is no f*cking switchstance. You better
like it or love it man. Now tell me what you think. Cause this
one I´ve got to win now put me back in.
They call you Puto motherf*cker. They call you Puto
motherf*cker.
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