They say Kempi change me,
I see it differently,
I'm still the same man with a knife in my hand,
Ready for actions spit on you,
To your mother I'll send you,
With bullets in your head anyway,
Without a dick around,
Hate niggers, how you look at them,
Look at me how you look at them ,
Do you walk without kneecaps,
Have iron that I will put straight into your body,
Know women who are more scum than you
Give a signal, and the war begins.
How much do you take with you, it doesn't matter
You're tired of fucking with me
Send bullets into your Benz coupe
Drop you off at your grandma's doorstep in a puddle blood
I have a scotoe scar
I have a criminal record that only remains booktoe
As thick as a cookbook
And I shoot everything and everyone, including you if I have to.< br/>[Chorus]
You can find Kempi in Brabant South-East (end) South-East (gramma)
Call all you want but Kempi continues to work for
His goal , his ambitions fuck the justice system
We have streets... and enough menution
Fresh flows in Eindhoven
Fucking with Kempi is your death (is your death)
Where am to find you, which neighborhood
I make it... every hour
I send bullets to you, which burn like hydrochloric acid.
Haven't you done your homework,
Nothing heard in the street
Guys with big mouths and popos are getting fired
I'm a solo danger to society
I'm not an actor, but bring you... if you fuck with me
/>Stress like a hustling monster inside me
Tell several niggas swearing to try something
With God's children, this Kemp king with gramma
Jerrel loyd speaking to the people
Net like Bin Laden from the mountains
I believed my street and my own holy war
I am the head of the youth that is no good,
Voice of the scum.
Mamma said: I was born to be like this.
Take me armed shopping on the French Lehaerplein
In the Edi I tremble, but in the Edi I shit?
Negroes bari heindje gramma, but the city is mine
Bitch!
[Chorus]
You can find Kempi in Brabant South-East (end) South-East (gramma)
Lick what you want but Kempi continues to go for
his goal, his ambitions fuck the justice system
We have street... and enough menution
Fresh flows in Eindhoven
Fucking with Kempi is your dead (is your dead)
Uhh what the fuck, is that every lyric
Is serious business, have niggers shouting at the end of gramma
Not even living in gramma, not even a gramma action put
You will see Ji-Haad niggers are like soldiers in service
I already know something, I will convert you
Adrenaline rises through your muscles,
But you can't break me, walk with niggers are just like bulls
The judge calls me bandit, my dad calls me bandit
I fight for the niggers in the street
And call me Ghandi, Moses the antilian
Lukewarm m... for a blunder in your hand
Bring yourself shame
Fock Pim Fortuin talks, help us here in the street
Police breeds hatred, hatred brings murder case
Fuck erik tobacco, coward in jail
Soldier suit, a knife straight through your march
Bring your hot bullets in December
Above the rivers they carry...
But they also go straight by you
And let me check you
[Chorus]
You can find Kempi in Brabant South-East (end) South-East (gramma)
Dick all you want but Kempi continues, goes for
His goal, his ambitions fuck the justice system
We have street... and enough menution
Fresh flows in Eindhoven
Fucking with Kempi is your dead (is you dead)

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