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  • Текст песни Alive D - For My Foes

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    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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