Estrada da Dor 666

[Dumdum]
In my childhood, I wanted a go-kart, I didn't have any
Only rich kids become Formula 1 drivers
Every kid wants to be a firefighter, I had another dream
To catch the security guard at Preserve reloading the ATM
I didn't use my intelligence for any company
Just to put a micro camera to record your password
Leaving the victim surprised on the phone:
Your available balance is zero, perfection in cloning
I detonated the owner of the jewelry store with explosives
I spent two years waiting for the trial in the district
To see that it's not profitable, the widowed magnate
Crying in Bvlgari, dark sunglasses
It wasn't worth losing teeth to a baseball bat
Shock to the genitals, killing for a sunbath
Almost extorted by the rotten cake of the jail
That invents debt to kill you in the crocodile
It's rare to have someone in crime with a farm in the elegant neighborhood
With an underground hideout or with an anti-tank rocket
In crime, the prize is to be another rotting corpse
Another report on the expert's clipboard
I don't want relatives in the morgue behind me
Nor my mother seeing my coffin and thinking it was for the best
I'm hanging up the rifle and the Dutch grenade
I took my car off Road of Pain 666

On the road of pain, it's just coffins descending on ropes
On the road of pain, it's just autopsies
ROTA, blood and dead victim
On the road of pain, it's just coffins descending on ropes
On the road of pain, it's just autopsies
ROTA, blood and dead victim

[Eduardo]
No one files a police report and regenerates with profit
Ends with PM watching over the wall
The vicious cycle corrodes your soul:
The more money comes in, the more weapons I buy
Always thinking about the plan of the next plan
If the vault door falls to the blowtorch or dynamite
The gang that used to go to the dance on Saturday
Turned into a shoebox of saved saint cards
The black coffin cardboard should be an example
The tractor taking you to the grave anyway
But we always think: It's different when it's our turn
I'll go in, kill the manager, and walk out freely
I wanted to imitate Michael J. Fox in Back to the Future
Go back in time and avoid a lot of pain and mourning
Minefield of cowardly acts
Another paraplegic for a pair of Nikes
In the past: Playing cards, Monopoly
Today it's a resource for the second instance in court
On the street, don't want to be cheap labor
To be the hand that makes a free kick in the X?
What's the use of your rifle, platinum watch
If you don't even miraculously reach 25 years of life?
Even the rich asking for a dagger in the head
I'm going to the detour of Road of Pain 666

On the road of pain, it's just coffins descending on ropes
On the road of pain, it's just autopsies
ROTA, blood and dead victim

[Dumdum]
How much is your equipped Honda Civic
In your lawyer's garage?
Crime money is cursed, fruit of misfortune
Comes with the devil's face in the watermark
What the hell gang? What brother side by side?
Look at your partner in tactical with a pointed finger
Look at your old lady alone
Hitchhiking to the driver to visit you
When your body is decomposing in the bushes
Don't even expect an ass covering you with newspaper
They'll rush to give condolences to your widow
To flirt with guns, grenades, the dead don't wear shirts

[Eduardo]
From Mustang Madison, 32 shots
All cows give in, take a number to be your friend
But in the ICU intubated, where's your gang?
Not even the whore who said I love you will donate blood
The game is clear, bloodthirsty, objective
Either you're a slave to a boss or a number in prison
The only valuable thing is your freedom
Don't wait to see yourself stabbed behind bars
Priceless to see children playing in the square
No matter how humble, to be able to return home
Crime is the Road of Pain 666
It's a horror movie directed by the devil

On the road of pain, it's just coffins descending on ropes
On the road of pain, it's just autopsies
ROTA, blood and dead victim
On the road of pain, it's just coffins descending on ropes
On the road of pain, it's just autopsies
ROTA, blood and dead victim
On the road of pain, it's just coffins descending on ropes
On the road of pain, it's just autopsies
ROTA, blood and dead victim
On the road of pain, it's just coffins descending on ropes
On the road of pain, it's just autopsies
ROTA, blood and dead victim