Original lyrics

EN

I'm a bastard son of the envy and angry I thought it right but i have done all wrong All these voices are letting me nervous I'm rotting inside but killing in the outside Disgust and hate have grown like my beard They follow me when I'm drunk at the street There is an endless run I shot in everything because I'm the one Oh! Is he hurt? Maybe I have the cure! The only cure is found in the barrel of my forty five Like an Atomic Bomb I want to fuck up you all And leaving to your sons The legacy of dead by my will I manage the chaos Behind a gun Ha-ha-ha I have balls of steel Baby, better you run Oh! Is he hurt? Maybe I have the cure The only cure is found in the barrel of my forty five Oh! Is he hurt? Maybe I have the cure The only cure is found in the barrel of my forty five Alright