What? What?
Привет, bitch, как дела?
Tell the reaper, hurry up, like arriba
The Terminator of the game, like Ill be back
I did whatever it took to, never a 9 to 5
No, dont you lie, no, dont you cry
Light the fuse and Ill blow like the 4th of July
You will comply, or I will supply your life
With such pain that is hard to describe
I am hard to define Im rather off in design
Hate life to the point there aint shit I desire
Said youd pull up on me
But youve yet to come by
Injected with lies, infected with rhymes
What is it that you do, come and please remind
Im the type of machine that put you in rewind
Bring you back to the very first time
You have ever felt fear running down your spine
Bitch, dont say shit
Right click, save it
I gotta Vanquish
Hope you think I aint shit
Bitch, dont say shit
Right click, save it
I gotta vanquish
Hope you think I aint shit