[Chorus: Ian]
The clock is ticking, time is passing
And I profit, the girl leaves
My piggy bank, you know, is in the mattress at grandma's
Money made in the street, guard, corruption, bribery
We cook the bicarbonate, my sieve explodes
Without a doubt, our merchandise is dynamite
Taste purity, it breaks your nostril, sinusitis
I have a pussy, goddess like Aphrodite
Play with fire, sarcophagus, pyramid

[Stanza 1: Ian]
White lines like a concealer
For some, drugs are the director
Toxic people judge me for validation
I preferred to put chemicals in myself
My entourage has zero people
I make a better profit if I sell materials
Either you make a profit, or you stay with a profitable world
Best friends are animal breeds

[Chorus: Ian]
The clock is ticking, time is passing
And I profit, the girl leaves
My piggy bank, you know, is in the mattress at grandma's
Money made in the street, guard, corruption, bribery
We cook the bicarbonate, my sieve explodes
Without a doubt, our merchandise is dynamite
Taste purity, it breaks your nostril, sinusitis
I have a pussy, goddess like Aphrodite
Play with fire, sarcophagus, pyramid
[Stanza 2: Aerozen]
He waves to me at the party that he has a cox, but it's stupid
Too gorilla for you, stay safe
He thinks he's a specialist, sad
We don't taste your stuff, we have a professional nose
Scream scream scream
Bomb, dynamite
She likes being around us, we make her happy
I can't help it, too flattered
We fuck once, after passes to the team
Who, where, when?
We listen laughing
We find out without wanting to where they buy, how much
Should I do it or not?
It depends on the condition
I just send a word, the organization takes care of it