Turbo A.c.'s Nothing's Forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden for us, for us
Gold teeth greasy hair, tattoos everywhere
Middle fingers in the air yeah yeah we don’t care
We only go where eagles dare
Hell yeah heavens no yeah we ain’t scared
Juvenile with style, FBI file
On a mission with no pot to piss in
What’s up? They all suck, I think they better duck
Job #1 is f..ck shit up tonight, tonight…
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden for us, for us
Deep fried cyanide, insane certified
Outta sight, out all night, f..ck, fight… all right!
Turn off the simulator, turn on the stimulator,
in the 70 RT Challenger
Soaking wet drenched with sweat,
Blood and beer with no regrets
Celebrities don’t mean shit to me
Luxuries ain’t what I need tonight, tonight…
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden
Nothing’s forbidden for us, for us
