Smash it,shake it,break it before they take it.
Then laugh cuz they said we wouldnt make it.
What do they know right? They dont have the sickness.
They just a bunch of bitches that tremble at what they witness.
And it haunts them, taunts them, makes 'em fall apart.
Ready for the sacrifice we cuttin' out they heart.
Its time for retaliation. Time to SMASH SOMETHIN'!
Let 'em know that what they got AINT NOTHIN'!
Then Im in, crawling, smashing, all under they skin.
They dont know that I cant do anything but win.
So they start talking, spreading things so my people will dougt me,
but all your hatin' and bitchin' is still talking about me.
So keep talkin' ,keep spreadin' the word, I live off your hate.
Then I laugh when you cry before the firery Gate.
Elle a chaud au cul.
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gramatically plauged as allways, but otherwise awesome



