Sementinha do Mal

Oh, daddy
This shit is fever, man

The smallest thing is disposition
Hold tight on the Blazer and the caveirão
He's the boss's security guard
Your bearing is a G3zão (do you have a fever?)
Backpack with more than seven kilos of ammunition
And another half kilo on the cord
Today he is just a strong man
On patrol in the favela
Set fire to the balloon
It draws attention
G3 dripping oil
With a bezel, chrome
The piranhas are hooked on the guy's piss
Menó only for strong men
Prom day in sight
The kid pissing in his face
Whiskey, Red Bull
Launches them directly from the load
It started in Endola
Very good seed
Tired of getting slapped in the face by his mother
Stinking of cachaça
He approached the children
Your house is now impaled
I worked properly without taking advantage of the load
Boss taking the tape, this boy is very cool
The purity in the little one's eyes caught you
He took it out of the bag and put it in his mouth with steam
Now he's screwed, he got a taste of the wrong life
The first war broke out, it showed that it represented
He shouted on the radio: I will sustain until the last bullet
You made a name for yourself in the square, now you're the Bullet-Mete
Glock extended magazine, with belt full of grenade
Your vest is Saint George, soft, doesn't catch anything
Pray every day, quietly at home
Your saint protects you in the streets of dawn
In the past it was nothing
Today you will respect that this shit is the Bullet Mete
He got his G3zão from the boss and two glockadas
He made him the general manager of every single thing
Working properly, close the profits and look for another load
Country boy was left dumbstruck by the Mete-bala
Did you see the young kid back then at the packaging shop?
Now the little one is carrying kilos and only carries a gun
He is the terror of the young girls, of the favela and the most respected
It was only a matter of time before he rose through the ranks
He left the boss dumb with the stolen new car
The boss's pet, he really likes danger
157 nato, is the animal car troop
He became the man's arm, the boss treated him like a son
Cold-blooded minor, liked to exchange shots
I would like to be involved, I would like to be a bandit
The system's hatred left the little one alive
If you cross the barricade, he'll leave you screwed
The boat's tires explode, the telescope searches for Christ

Don't try, okay?
It's gonna be fucked up
Show your face
Broke took it, love
It's the beast
You'll be screwed if you try to touch your friends
Sig Sauer, pistol of German origin
Got change for 30? Hold that blast on your chest
On top of the slab, look for the rod in the piston
You'll be screwed if you try to touch your friends
Sig Sauer, pistol of German origin
You'll be screwed if you try to touch your friends
Sig Sauer, pistol of German origin
Got change for 30? Hold that blast on your chest
On top of the slab, look for the rod in the piston
Oh, daddy
This shit is fever, man