Zoals ik al eerder heb gezegd : Leeftijd maakt geen hol uit , En ik ben al heel lang met de taal Engels bezig:
"Fuck You Lady"
The last days i feel so weird and fucked up,
But i press myself some anger to get back to the top,
Locked up in my room, going random crazy,
Thoughts full of doom, thinking about my lady,
It think about all the nice times,
But even then i'm practicing my lines,
I cry at night asking my self why, why!!
Tears don't appear but hearts broke for surtain,
It over, I am choking, down with the curtain,
She was so fine, she was mine,
But now she's gone,i'm asking myself,
What went wrong, on railway nr.12,
The railroad to hell, burning the tracks of love we road on,
Our love is so gone, wish I got you here,
You disappeared without explaining what you feared,
Maybe you feld to locked up, with my actions i do,
But i did that cuz i was cracked up, I really loved you,
Still do but you can't see that do you,
You don't deserve me, Screw you,
Fuck you bitch, your actually not 100 percent
I had to snitch, cuz you stole from me so much cent
Next time I steal it back, break into your damn crib
Now your on the crack, cuz you were pushed by your pimp
Whore, slut !!! Don't dare to come back,
Cuz next time you'll get here,
I'll break your fucking neck,
Vaporise you kneecaps, to make your new job more easy,
Sucking dick for bling, the way you liked to cheat me,
Come on cut it !! A woman can't win it from a man,
I've born with it, You know all the shit that i can,
Threw all those fuckin years, I've learned so much about life himself,
Now open your goddamn ears, cuz i'll break ya windows on railway nr.12,
Lets ride,
Good turned into bad side,
Catnip on your catfight,
While I shoot up your last pride,
Die by my mad strike,