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For them, all this is common
Two crazy people in an opala seven one
Put the irons in, make the wave yield
There's a body in the trunk, believe me
For them, all this is common
Two crazy people in an opala seven one
Put the irons in, make the wave yield
There's a body in the trunk, believe me

Day and night they are always alert
Looking for sluts to enjoy in their seat
Opala seven one, leather seat
The dawn begins and for them it is worth gold
It's when anything, anything can happen
Get your iron ready because now it's for real
Crazy now in the summer to do good
Push the iron, do not forgive the ideas
Two whores in the backseat
Before they would stay quiet and nothing more
Now they're on the boat and they're going to die out there
Pay to get in and pray to get out

For them, all this is common
Two crazy people in an opala seven one
Put the irons in, make the wave yield
There's a body in the trunk, believe me
For them, all this is common
Two crazy people in an opala seven one
Put the irons in, make the wave yield
There's a body in the trunk, believe me

Day and night are never satisfied
Killing people is your fun
The sluts who sweated on their pillow
They took several stabs in the shower
Why pay if they can have it for free?
The violence in their minds never goes away
Who knows, maybe one day they will pay, that's why
What goes around comes around, use the term
Victims, victims, they want more
The taste of death never satisfies them
Good evening, Bebel, let's go
Pay to get in and pray to get out

For them, all this is common
Two crazy people in an opala seven one
Put the irons in, make the wave yield
There's a body in the trunk, believe me
For them, all this is common
Two crazy people in an opala seven one
Put the irons in, make the wave yield
There's a body in the trunk, believe me

sick mind
Suicidal idea
People stuck at home with their families
Cain Syndrome
Someone else is going to die
Many fear the end of the day, it will get dark
There is a composite sketch of the suspects
Police scapegoat is in the way
How did they die when they were very thirsty at the pot?
The sluts prepare, the men pounce
Surrounded on all sides with nowhere to run
Opal all perforated, you can believe it
Attitude, yes, men don't lay a hand on me
Iron in the head, PEI!
A hug, brother!

For them, all this is common
Two crazy people in an opala seven one
Put the irons in, make the wave yield
There's a body in the trunk, believe me
For them, all this is common
Two crazy people in an opala seven one
Put the irons in, make the wave yield
There's a body in the trunk, believe me