If you let me out of my Hellish cage Popped locks - one!Cocked glocks - two!Knock knock - boom!Bodies hit the floor, Oh - your mom opened the doorDreams kill kids, I kill kids dreams, provoking the lordStroke the trigger, pull it and rip, pull it and ripAnd save two or three bullets in the clipReserved and tagged for whomever you loveYou always come with shit but never with slugsNot rebel nor thug - I just fight, write and fuckYou wouldn't get 'wiser' if you were buying a budPick up the mic! Start rapping - I'm fed up with thatI've never heard so many dumb fucks begging for deathBattling steel, shattering dreams with a pen and paperBeen telling you audio riders for days and agesIf you let me out of my Hellish cage...I'd pile the bodies to Heavens gate!
början o sista två va cool!If you let me out of my Hellish cage...I'd pile the bodies to Heavens gate!
Gillade hela rakt i genom.. hel skön, fint flyt , fina rim ...Not rebel nor thug - I just fight, write and fuckYou wouldn't get 'wiser' if you were buying a bud- coolt!