[Chorus]
Knight in his monster, knight on his mount
Knight in his monster
Start, start, start the monster, the monster, the monster, start fed up with the monster
[Verse 1]
Akra Akra Akrapovic, I lower the visor, I fuck you, your mother, everything is going too fast
We don't fear the cold like Moscovics
br/>We burn all the fires like a procession of ministers
Akra Akra Akrapovic, ya zebi, ya zebi, ya zebi clean my windows
Standing on the fork, feet together on the seat
In I in front of the comico on the bus line
A 4 on quad (raise, raise)
AMG 180 degree
Caught in chase we take the alleys, we drive on the sidewalks we dodge the strollers
We bikes we pull them by the hair
We break them quickly because we lend them to the little nephews
[Bridge]
We ride near the doors to tear off, we thought we were in Sons of Anarchy
[Verse 2]
Akra Akra Akrapovic on the trailer on the latest babour GSX
Like an Arabian horse you have to feed him well
Ya wili, ya wili ready to die
The anthem of the pilots, the anthem of the you-voi
Rear, rear the bike at arm's length
Tony Montana, canna networks
We're out of prison, it's a comeback
We never put an XXX, we make the laziest engines scream
[Bridge]
We drive close to the doors to snatch, we thought we were in Sons of Anarchy
[Verse 3]
Akra Akra Akrapovic, bike at high speed, rigid bodywork
Belek in the mud it's your mother who does the laundry
Akha, akha, akha we have visitors
Police, police, police, police, police
I put them 3 lengths on the A86
I zig zag, I zig zag, they try to follow me
Big tire marks in their underwear
For a driver a bike is is precious
It is used to empty the cash registers
[Bridge]
We drive near the doors to snatch, we thought we were in Sons of Anarchy
[Chorus]
Knight in his monster, knight on his mount
Knight in his monster
Start, start, start the monster, the monster, the monster, start ©fed up the monster

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