Track details
Released in: 2008
Album: This Is Terror 11
Lyrics
Peter R. de vries, a crime reporter, chalenged him with some very though questions
And after the show, Joran was caught throwing a glass of wine over the table in his face
Joran ontpopt zich steeds meer als een jongen zonder geweten
Come on, motherfucker!
Vies hoor...
Hij is vies oniet?
Patrick, hij is vies!
Ik krijg een dikke schade vergoeding volgens mij
Maar ik zat alleen te lachen
Ik heb geen coño gezegt, Patrick
Geen coño!
Ik vraag jou: Hoe wist je zo focking zeker dat ze dood was gewoon?
Ik lul niet tegen je Patrick
Tu la possiedi, Io la possiedo (You own her, I own her)
Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Perchè le cose più brutte succedono sempre alle persone più buone? È questo il mistero... (Why do always best people get the worst things happen to them? That's a mistery...)
-Non permettere mai che il gioco cominci a giocare con te! (Never allow the game to start playing with you!)
-Cosa ti ripeti sempre? (What do you always keep telling yourself?)
-Fottere sempre (Fucking, always)
-Farsi fottere! (getting fucked!)
SHOUTS
-Come vuoi uccidermi? (How do you want to kill me?)
Source:
Lololyrics
