FDM
Trust me
I told you, watch out for yourself, it's dangerous
No snitching, no lacking, no fake drillers
I steal your blood, your heart, your soul
Your blood, your heart, your soul
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Sometimes, the question I ask myself is "Will you still be alive if I hurt you?"
I think I've done too much, I can't count my sins (hmm)
I don't sleep at night, I can't help it
Soon death (bang) you'd better hurry (bang)
It's essential (Bullit)
Lighter, if you want to screw me, get in line, take your ticket
The chicken runs, I cook it like a McChicken
Are you stupid or what? Protect your neck, it's going to sting (buu, buu, buu, buu)

Ask Z-, he'll come pull up on you and your bit-
In the chop, I have my f- (bang)
No real friends, no "thank you", no "please"
(Sessog set te emmef at ed emâ'l erdnerp tneiv sukarab)
Warnings are for those who get involved (well yeah)
We do it for the lure of profit, it's too exciting (well yeah)
I hurt you, after, before, while you dance
It's too dark, don't believe everything Satan says (swing, swing, swing, swing)

(The Devil tempts me, hoping I slip)
(The cop can't find half the clues)
(You saw me and don't expect me to grow up)
(I've seen everything in the hood, screwing in tens)
(Double hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt)

Jump up, I'm in your- or in your stomach
You don't listen to my songs, yet you wait for my return
She tells me she'll never be far, it's everyone's turn
I told her "no, corazón", like your ass, the wheel turns
Watch out, MS, if I haven't said it enough
Force FDM, you can't even imagine the strength
I drill, I trap, I- effortlessly
Pull up, pull up, like Santa, Santa

I stir my blade in you like I'm stirring corn flakes (uh-huh)
Bitch, don't think I'm your stepfather
I don't want to mess with you, don't hang around my feet
It's machete, machete like a psychopath
I'm not well in this life, see you in the next one (yes, yes)
You don't know what I put in the potion
Don't worry, she knows who she's being naughty with (sex)

Your heart, your ass, I break both
Friday, May 13, 2022 (buu, buu, hurt)
I hurt all year, bastard of my two
I don't play football, you play in D2 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hear the little voice telling me "It's up to you, Barakus or Rambo?" (Splash)
And if you ever want to take revenge
You can help yourself, I have knives in my back

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