Tres Puto Oeh Ah
Lyrically I'll bash your head with an empty bottle of beer, 'cause right now right here's my time, my rhyme, my last dime That's non-stop hiphop, until your head goes pop Hello misstress of how to ruin a verse that shit I drop, you know, I just can't stop Ik ben de Wouleh, master of the unique verse My soul is getting darker each and every day My body is loosing defence, intelligence, slowly fanding away I'm dying inside losing the thing that I call pride Never has the world on my side of the story: glory glory hallelujah f..ck that shit, there's a battle going on, sad song on the record player I've got a double layer. To the world I'm a happy man, doing the best I can. Goddamn, hate runs through my veins, I can kill a man make hin scream a thousand pains. And if you call me a liar I'll show you the beast that lives in the fire.
