Fill her, oceanize her with your fluid
French streets are not what you think they are...
You wanted... you wanted a french connection,
And a bitch barking at you all night long
She taste the smell of your death
You smell the fragrance of her poison
Aids given has a present
Caught in the fingers of poison mint
She is the graal of those horny bastards
And you're an apple without a skin
She is the plagues of those alleys
And you the rotten fruit of her revenge
You can go limp you swine !
Your final countdown is starting now !
She taste the smell of your death
You smell the fragrance of her poison
Aids given has a present
Caught in the fingers of poison mint
