Yeah, here we come
On southwest way
Murderers with no soul
Raised on may
Black tongues, bastards sons
Would it be ugly
But here we are and don't forget
You are so fuzzy!

Raining bullets on all directions!
Cops can't refuse this discretion!
Killing anyone who goes against us
Because we like to do

Can't you, old lady, bring me a beer?
A cigarette, an action left
A sex tape to see?
Troubled minds are everywhere
You know, you can't hit me baby
You can't meet me there

Raining bullets on all directions!
Cops can't refuse this discretion!
Killing anyone who goes against us
Because we like to do

Solo