i been rising at the darkest angles but you just fuck boy you won't understand the phrase like roll the lettuce I had penned suicidal letters but then I realised much better make my final colorful like chinese checkers now I kill pussy boys, when you hear my voice you feel noise in the head it's the energy of death three six demon on the hunt sluts hiding in the shrubs i'm screaming fuck the cops press your luck bunch of fucking scrubs (ho)
[Verse 2: Aleks Fors]
did you hear that pop pop pop it was me popping fucking cops aleks fors kill the cops wearing nikes flip-flops these piles of shit was feeling good too long they fired back it was looking like ping pong bunch of bodies on the road stopped the traffic for long time (hey) bodies lay no one care moscow pd staring on tv we are despaired they don't give a fuck about human lives they give a fuck about donuts for low price hoe