when we talk, we kalashnikov keep us in your thoughts fully dressed at the crack of dawn weapons letting off
I can hear them from the bloc see them creepin thru the fog season's greetings now feeding season can start oh my god
look alive lookin like I live life on a crooked line doin fine you want maximum stupid I am the guy
first of all fuck the fuckin law we is fuckin raw steak tartare oysters on the half-shell sushi bar life a bitch and the pussy fish still fucked her raw