Текст песни brz - бит

Do you want to chop up more cache
There are many pawns in this town
The numbers are ringing but I'm not available
I eat your brothers, fuck, whole weekdays
Too much fuss in this place
Know too much, fuck too much
They have a lot of surplus, but they only look at you
I go out when fucks burn my little one
Don't say much, otherwise the lights will go out in your eyes
Don't hide your face behind your collar
These children lie as they breathe
They know I'm higher
In this traffic, our staff
Like a punisher
First don't run boy, be careful
I see your fear, let go of sitting at home
I'm a twisted pirate, I'm sailing on the high seas
I do everything the way I want on my own
I don't need a gun in my hand to fire you
I don't need a gun in my hand to fire you bitch.