الكلمات الأصلية
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Feels like in carcer city
My presence is like the death machine
Like a monster truck
I will crush whoever dares to cross my path
I'm messing up the place, without leaving any trace
Making music like killing rats
Around the corner like killer cats
I wanna live on the top floor
Don't wanna be the attraction, tho
I'm hiding in the shadows
I'm never look back
And my mask says everything
Without it being said
The machine runs through my veins
Creepy scars on my lungs, on my chest
Means I have no fear
Who dares wins
My fate has no return, default by factory
As I walk through the battlefield dead corpses are talking to me
Writing these bars and at the same time
Raise my hands but not for a high five
Making this beat while I'm shooting darts
Hard kicks, my defensive side
I'm the one who shoots first, an advert
When I ask
I just feel the pool of blood
My country sucks I'm moving
Girls always playing the victim
Went back to the future, I'm sick of it
Wear black for the funeral, I killed it
Went back to the future, I'm sick of it
Wear black for the funeral, I killed it
