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Alive D - For My Foes | Текст песни

I don’t need no fucking judges if I’m not in trial
Advocate cover my back, he’s got my number to dial
I was fighting; I was trying to be the one to be spoken off
Never fronting, never running from the anger of your jokes
Words are weapon, and it’s working. You just had to test
Don’t wanna hide from it no more, get myself a bulletproof vest
Who the fucking best? I wanna let you guess
I’m a cursed looking out for the refuge of blessed
Watch your back from the south to west
From the south to west
I don’t hope, I don’t pray, it’s bullshit like you
Instead I do my thang, it’s not what you really do
You said you’re son of god? So take the devil in
Some punishments I’ll show will let your head spin
It’s not exactly what I mean, just wanna say hello
Just shut your fucking ass, come back to your burrow
You’ll see me next day holmes, so gather new snitching
But let me gather some revenge to be able to hitcha

Chorus (2 times)
I can’t speak no more, I can’t speak no more
Welcome to my foes world, here we go
Target’s here and - time to blow
All your lies and all your truth
Como mitos in your hood
Odio para los enemigos
Es para siempra. Amor latinos.

Don’t wanna know your friend, but I respect your foe
Your body’s looking big, but brain still has to grow
Them hoes call you my daddy, my black skinned model
For me you’re dickhead, your face is toy for my shovel
I love my pistol pistol, and I adore to trigga
I’m gonna empty my clip, so die before it nigga
You ain’t no local Jigga, you’re looking like a strippa
I have to go getha, in love with your mamita
I heard so many complaints of you, many shitty feedbacks
I clean my ass by this bluster that you send on my fax
Your ass is cheap like a hoe, don’t fucking touch your ex
Cuz rage of words I rap can come out off my tracks
I set especial trap in the entrance of your home
Cut your balls out boy or your balls will be blown
Club is the shelter of yours, city graveyard is mine
You can play with my dead men if you wish to die

Chorus
I can’t speak no more, I can’t speak no more
Welcome to my foes world, here we go
Target’s here and - time to blow
All your lies and all your truth
Como mitos in your hood
Odio para los enemigos
Es para siempra. Amor latinos.

I got one spot for you to start your new story
Pick up your glasses holmes, welcome to crematory
No more bullshit of glory and other shit you worry of
I’m fucking warrior, killing the body of yours
I know you love to snitch, fucking son of bitch
You chose the path of the bastard instead of lessons to teach
No time to waste on you, I got some tops to reach
And don’t forget to thanks me for this beautiful speech


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