Threats (feat. Felipe Alemán)
Fakes and traitors among my place
I never stopped to see their nails
Hate unreckless to take this stake
And send you straight to your fucking grave
Fakes and traitors among my place
I never stopped to see their nails
Hate unreckless to take this stake
And send you straight to your fucking grave
Shit I can't see more than violence
Run out this games
Everyone I concede my trustfulness
Stab my back like sewer rats
Say what you want about loyalty
But not here
Say what you want about honesty
But not to me
Hate wakes my
My aim off spit your
Hate awake my aim off spit your face
Death is always the solution to your threats
Can't see your face motherfucker
I scratch your back, you'll stab me back
I scratch your back, you'll stab me back
I scratch your back, you'll stab me back
I scratch your back, you'll stab me back
Boasting of you are not a liar
Your truth is dead
Actions speaks louder than your damn words
I don't believe anything you said
Say what you want about loyalty
But not here
Say what you want about honesty
But not to me
Hate wakes my
My aim off spit your
Hate awake my aim off spit your face
Death is always the solution to your threats
Take all your fucking trust to your grave
Cause no one believes you anyway
Take all your fucking trust to your grave
I might believe in myself
I never stopped to see their nails
Hate unreckless to take this stake
And send you straight to your fucking grave
Fakes and traitors among my place
I never stopped to see their nails
Hate unreckless to take this stake
And send you straight to your fucking grave
Shit I can't see more than violence
Run out this games
Everyone I concede my trustfulness
Stab my back like sewer rats
Say what you want about loyalty
But not here
Say what you want about honesty
But not to me
Hate wakes my
My aim off spit your
Hate awake my aim off spit your face
Death is always the solution to your threats
Can't see your face motherfucker
I scratch your back, you'll stab me back
I scratch your back, you'll stab me back
I scratch your back, you'll stab me back
I scratch your back, you'll stab me back
Boasting of you are not a liar
Your truth is dead
Actions speaks louder than your damn words
I don't believe anything you said
Say what you want about loyalty
But not here
Say what you want about honesty
But not to me
Hate wakes my
My aim off spit your
Hate awake my aim off spit your face
Death is always the solution to your threats
Take all your fucking trust to your grave
Cause no one believes you anyway
Take all your fucking trust to your grave
I might believe in myself
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Writer(s): Josep Prats, José Francisco
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