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von Fard

I was about to sleep when there was a knock on my door
I wonder which freak is punching the door right now
The half-naked bitch next to me sleeps like a log
I let her sleep on because she was good to me (yeah)
I get out of bed, put my pants on
I'm at 180, whoever knocks is a dead man
Look through the peephole to see who's crouching in the hallway
Some stranger, 2 meter tall whoremonger
I rip open the door, he screams: "You lousy son of a bitch
I'm gonna fuck every one of you and get my brother!"
It's no problem for me, get your father
Tell me what's your problem you cunt, I'm good to go


In the wrong place at the wrong time
Got everything wrong
A wrong look, a wrong word
You will be made cold
You can't trust everyone
Everyone is playing a wrong game
New values, false friends
But the old goal

The wanker takes out his cell phone and wants to dial a number
I tell him "if you've got balls, let's both go downstairs"
I ask him again what his problem is
And why he thinks there's a problem at 4 a.m
He looks me in the face with piss in his eyes
First he screams, then he starts crying, no one will believe me
But slowly I understand what's going on here
Because the tough guy from just now is speaking Tacheles
"The bitch who slept in your bed last night
Is my wife and we have a son"
And somehow I feel sorry, I get sad
It's not a problem, I tell him: "Go, take your wife with you"
But you wanted to play Rambo because you like to pull noses
It's OK, but you deserve a hit for that son of a bitch
I ball my fist, he says "you don't dare"
And I hit him in the face with my fist without comment


In the wrong place at the wrong time
Got everything wrong
A wrong look, a wrong word
You will be made cold
You can't trust everyone
Everyone is playing a wrong game
New values, false friends
But the old goal

In the wrong place at the wrong time
Got everything wrong
A wrong look, a wrong word
You will be made cold
You can't trust everyone
Everyone is playing a wrong game
New values, false friends
But the old goal

It's my fault that your wives cheat
And that they go crazy when they see me in my shirt
F. Nazizi, yes I am a feast for the eyes
Ambush me if you urgently need to shut up
You're a rag, now you're blaming me
Blame her, better yet, blame yourself
Because if you just can't handle your girlfriend
It's no wonder the bitch turns you into a bitch
You're a man, work on your basic framework
Sex with sluts is OK, but never unprotected
Last night your wife sucked my cock
And this morning she kissed you on the mouth

In the wrong place at the wrong time
Got everything wrong
A wrong look, a wrong word
You will be made cold
You can't trust everyone
Everyone is playing a wrong game
New values, false friends
But the old goal

In the wrong place at the wrong time
Got everything wrong
A wrong look, a wrong word
You will be made cold
You can't trust everyone
Everyone is playing a wrong game
New values, false friends
But the old goal