No Existis
Flemita
You Don't Exist
With your fake smile
and pats on my back
you tried to trap me
and couldn't do anything to me.
Your profit bothers me
to me your woman stinks
I shit on your contract
bloodsucker shit eater.
To me you're dead
To me you're dead
To me you're dead
You, your wife, and your stamp. (x2)
I shit on you!!
To me you're dead
To me you're dead
To me you're dead
You, your wife, and your stamp. (x2)
You promised a lot
and fulfilled nothing
you wanted to steal everything
but you lost everything.
I don't care about your stamp
I'm in another story
the maggots who don't pay
I don't give a damn about them.
To me you're dead,
to me you're dead
to me you're dead
you, your wife, and your stamp.
(This song is not dedicated to anyone in particular.
Any resemblance to reality is OH! pure coincidence)
