Teksty:
South Park Meet Your Fate

or the pack of your Impala Ain't nothin' new, we still doin' our thang Candlelight dinners while I'm sippin' champagne Chorus (Sevan): repeat 2X Let me.....be your

a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in tape A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet your fate

to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin