Drug Laws
Assholes
Don‘t play with the rules
Of satanic - drug runners
bribe or life, it‘s the same to me
What do you give me now? your life or your ass
Don‘t bring me white boys because I kill them
Men of the race, be careful
Goat king, takes care of pot
Black king, takes care of business
Give us power to fuck
A soldier arrives half dead
The Americans fucked him over
Poor native without strength
They dragged him in the whole street
When a soldier falls
We seek revenge
Witchcraft is good for that
A punishment of death
Those white boys won‘t cross alive
The product I sell
In Satan‘s store
Make us rich in a short time
Carry on badly, kill your family
Nobody escapes this danger
That which Satan gives, he can take from you
In a moment, you die in cold blood.