I have nothing that I love in my life
I walk outside into the streets, and I
I smell perfume a scent that I dispise
I'm smacked, cracked and ready to fight
I feel the blood corsing through me
Into my hand opened, closing
I lose control my vision blackening
I'm blacked out and ready to
Fight
This will, goes beyond me
This hate, flows inside me
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in your face
This will, goes beyond me
This hate, flows inside me
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in your face
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in the kachingo
Pow! Right in your face
Right in your face