Текст песни
Santos Santana:
I'm the state and you the felony
Run up on me pussy, I got homicidal tendencies
I feel like Lemmy in the seventies
Motorhead, Overkill that's my specialty
Keep the mask and the glock, uh
Back in the spot passing packs through the block, uh
Right on my side
See rotating blue lights
Matte white, E90 angel eyes
I feel like Lemmy in the seventies
I feel like Lemmy in the seventies
I feel like Lemmy in the seventies
Sinizter:
It go grat, grat, grat that's my chop talkin
Spiked out Gucci Boots when I walk in I'm Goth Stompin
Santos, Sinizter be killin' shit like Batman, Robin
Use the nine or use the knife bitch I got plenty options
Fuck out my face with the fake shit
Cuttin' you off with the blade tip
Not fuckin' with you bitch I say it
Gimme the crown bitch I claim it
Know that you wanna be like me
No I don't think that is likely
Constantly seeing you bite me
You cannot see what's inside me
