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
