die lika pig
infectious grooves
every puto has a day and yours is coming
ain't no feelin' sorry 'bout the things i'm gonna do to you
then i roll off to battle
behind the wheel of a six deuce i saddle
round you up like a cowboy does cattle
pull the trigger and the uzi just rattle
there's always time to get some lovin' from a betty
i sight you out and then i hold my hand steady
three hollow points in your chest and damn your bloody
no mess'n with the shape i'm in
no mess'n with the shape i'm in
no time to waste on elegant conversation
precede without hesitation
start a new chapter in a violent presentation
cover my tracks so there won't be no complications
this ain't no whouf." i'm gonna raise the stake up