Freko
The worst scarlas, playing the role of the little one
The double face of the month of June, no more mockery
Taking people for idiots, doesn't care about anything
Gets confused all the time with the decons (cops) He falls into a hole,
He sinks into a malaise whose end we can no longer see
Interminable is the end of his rather pathetic life
Let's put our cards on the table, let's put our cards on the table,
let's put our cards on the table? Oh ! my mind speeds, so liquid,
I liquidize you like liquid.
The man who engulfs you, like a little liquid. No!
I'm not a boss. Perhaps a case without ID,
But the scarla with the mouth of gold, of gold,
Prefers to shoot than to kill, kill or die, you have to choose,
The question is don't even pose, the choice is already made for me.
Already made for me?
Cyanide
On the left, the clenched fist, the fingers tightened,
The intention firm and clear
br/>Not to let it happen
But on the right, the impossible hand is green
Decided to have a green and peaceful hand
For you, the choice between the two for the moment criticism
Possible to turn everything upside down
Transform your being into a shooter of (well) a target
Take the risk of shaking up
Your initial attitude
Your distrust becomes sharpens and develops your instinct
Follow your only goal but when
You're cool it's pit fangs and bitch tongue
And if you're cold we tell you that you're tells it. Damn!
It's either you crush the others or they crush you, it's you who chooses' (choose)
Kill or die. Every person you meet
It's a roll of the dice. A quiet mind or a trouble seeker.
Dodge the bets
Avoid the hassles of having But how can you know in advance.
Chorus (x2)
I leave the choice to you KILL or DIE.
Gives you the choice SWEAT or ROT
Gives you the choice RUSH or FLEE
Why smile at someone opposite who thinks only with your flesh.
He will feed. KILL or DIE.
On New Year's Day,
The children go to bed later than those before.
Here it's Christmas once a year
The joy on the faces only once
The look of despair, I often see the degradation of humanity,
You can feel it in full view and what disgusts me is this blood.
But without that, a sensational world
So 100 scarla would be an exceptional generation
Goofy crazy? The scarlas are squatting in groups,
Tonight it's the round in a serious upscale neighborhood
We've been walking on my socks for hours Whipfiner,
The anger rises in the heads of my associates
You could kill a guy for anything.
So imagine, if a FN, points out his Pouchka? Blah!?
Cyanide
Look at the paincos discussing on a bench
Shrug their shoulders and say, note,
That they will never let the money go
And women before friends
Silly phrase, listen, you know that friendship breaks
When the bills show up, even the coins
And the breasts which show up (always the same story) few exceptions!
Your friendships die if you add it up, too many disappointments
Even look at those around you
It's sad, but it's to be killed or die that we encourage you.
Chorus (x2)

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