I learned to live life
then I learned to kill it
that's where a Chinese wise man said
defeat the enemy, without giving him a fight
I prefer the opposite
I like war
cross the fire
along with my race
with a bib or without a bib
the bottom line is that it doesn't matter to me
because one day I will die
but before I leave, I'm going to take several fools ahead of me
that's why on the ground
rules of combat
die or kill
the bastard has been burned
it easily lights up
when he looks for my back, he touches his forehead
cousin, life is very short
& I want to live it strong
I am surrounded by enemies
some come and others go
they are part of this business
they are cons or partners, I don't even know which one
we all fight the same thing
power respect
fame, money
the square doesn't even talk
addictive to death
my rifle provides it
he's in charge of lighting me up
I point it straight in front and only detonates
and followed a regulation
shoot first, find out later
it's my special style
The falcon sends a message
Pal k can decipher
The end justifies the means
Ready to fight back
Eleven adds the nickname
Cheken the verson no more
I don't say anything anyway
DO NOT stop worrying