There's a call for blood
Que? Que dice el cabrón
Pendejos desde la selva de concreto
Una vez mas desde la hijueputa casa
Haber pues gonorrea pónganlo en la camioneta
One thing I love about hit plotting
Is a thirty-eight fucking cocking last
Garrotted, injected
Inject the poising for blood clotting
You stand there, giving it, chatting shit
Bollocks you're getting it
I will spray your face with fucking mace
Taking liberties, shown dishonesties
"Golf"
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Step forward put your neck in the noose
Swinging from the gallows there's no fucking truce
Play the fiddle plucking on a string
Shot from the sky like a bird on a wing
Step forward put your neck in the noose
Swinging from the gallows there's no fucking truce
Play the fiddle plucking on a string
Shot from the sky like a bird on a wing
When all this begun I was down and confused
I'd something to prove with nothing to lose
I hit rock bottom found out the truth
Now I can see my virtue in proof
Won't understand pain witnessed
Time is passing hasn't missed us
Outgoing tide pulled me through
Bad side of me has always been you
Your respect was always doubted
You left me to suffer then i was outed
You've turned your back forever since
And left me in a turmoil existence
I'll never trust another word you say
I hoped you wouldn't, but did it anyway
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Sowing seeds of vengeance
Semillas de venganza
Muchos putos fallan
Gonorreas ya han perdido en las calles
Muchos han caído
Una vez mas dando putos la lecciones
Cold hard truth
Siguen siendo los mejores