Some perfect bodies waiting for destiny And I am just a fucking dream-maker Your wishes, your wishes are poisoned And all my wishes are fucking obscene
Slow down, without questions, motherfucker My first bullet for you Slow down, without speeches, yeah Without words, I’ll be true
Wild ride, on wide and fast road Don’t give a fuck, don’t make a mistake And when you hate the speed is not enough Yours fucking lives as manikin’s fake
Some little girls with big fucked up dolls Licking with candies big dicks Their pretty faces will be on the covers Selling on street glance magazines