An entourage of personal demons All packing serious heat Nickel-plated desert eagles And I'm feeling weak
Walk up to you and strip you where you stand trembling Walk up and stick a gun in your face
Hand over all the fuckin' guns Hand over the drugs, you fuck
Fired up the old acetylene torch Lit a cigarette and went to work Completely self-absorbed
Don't give a fuck about Who or what you know Just care about the ammo And the three keys of cokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
