At the moment of truth
all I can say is that
I love money, but without work
I love the sun, but it pays
I would be crazy not to love him
the thirst for gold is hard to part
always more need of money
always more need of violence
br/>one at a time it never stops
the hairspring gets worse with everything we do
I go out first, shoot without fear of killing
the transport stuck and explode
the bags of money among the torn corpse
I seize them with cold blood and bloody hands
hit hard and without caution
with audacity and violence
break the door, I will break your body
all those who oppose me brouverong death
what is happening
in my massacred head e
the hunt is open on the tall blond
where is he hiding in his life on fire
a life on the run, in parallel
a restless existence in the one
he bathes in innocence
between pseudonyms & false passports
always look behind you
fear of falling into the eyes of the law
the only word that 'they know how to speak
it's the language of the machine gun
and whoever upsets them
we're going to shoot him
hit hard and without caution
with audacity and violence
break the door, I will break your body
all those who oppose me will find themselves dead
looking invincible and arrogant
a big mouth, loud and showing off
creator of the disgusting attacks
without regrets and all-powerful
but now it's over
deaths by your explosives
now it's over
in prison he is going to die
the coup de grace for the tall blonde

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