All the maney bastard, lowly before some war
What will they bring, plug red cord with the head lay on
And I've been drown
Remterd on fly your head and
Can't be hold like in exile
What will they bring, plug red cord with the head lay on
Making the devil alright, probably you wisely and slam wrap you homie
I say we making all alright
You know we'll treat you right
Poor ments to the prisons
For that day keep burning on
Grab into the huge place
You leave footprints on
Dogshead matterfacter, can't damn pints on some war
Blood make kind of action
What they wait, way long coast