I hate your kind

Shut the fuckin' up and listen; I won't repeat.
Or do you want to taste the ground and fall to the concrete?
You've made a wrong decision calling me your bro'.
I am not your brother, bastard. Look at me, you scum!
Don't you dare make me angry or I'll make you pay,
Never tell me what to do or you will cry this day.

Hey, my friend,
I have some trash to sell,
I have some shit from Hell,
I have some junk as well.

I am so tired of your kind,
You always try to sell me something,
You always want to blow my country
I will not tolerate your lie.

Do you have a brain to run?

No one tells me what to do, and no one fucks with my mind;
No one dares talk to me in a chummy way.
Get out of my way, you sucker; you've crossed the line,
Or do you want to taste my fist? Then you've come in time.
Don't you dare make me angry or I'll make you pay,
Never tell me what to do, or you'll regret this day.

Hey, my friend,
I have some trash to sell,
I have some shit from Hell,
I have some junk as well.

I am so tired of your kind,
You always try to sell me something,
You always want to blow my country
I will not tolerate your lie.

Do you have a brain to run?

Walk-walk-walk, and I'll run-run,
Run-run-run; I'll bring you down,
Down-down-down, deep-deep to go;
You'll want to die, you know!

Do you have a brain to run?