Whether i get shot in the face
It does not matter to me
Whether i get blown up into space
It does not matter to me
Whether i get rich and famous
It does not matter to me, bad
Weather i am sick
My brain splattered all over the wall
Bitch im fucking dying when i fuck my fucking bitch
I know u r lying cringe ass fuck talkin like a snitch
Сука закрой своe ебло, я ведь знаю, ты пиздишь
Мементо мори, знай ты сдохнешь, как снитч
Corpses in my woods, hanging like a towel
Go wash in the gutter, u r so fucking foul
Dogs will eat you, know this when they howl
Shells from ak 47 this is kazakhstan power
Ты сдохнешь как снитч - я буду этому рад
Твоя мана иссякла, я иду на парад
Sex was written by Jacob Stewart Royea.
Sex was produced by ANTYDE.