Lletres: Hoods. Pray For Death. E Pugno Limpio.

I hope you fucking beat me - when its twenty on one
I hope you have your gun - the next time i come around
all your friends - a crew of fakes - i know when it all comes down
i'll bring this shit one on one - and beat you into the fucking ground
when you all surround me - i hope you take the fucking piss outta me
in time my wounds will heal - i'll hunt you down and make you bleed
try to get away crawling - my bat in hand - i start to swing
revenge is something sacred - i'm the last motherfucker you'll ever see