Junior - Abhinanda

Backstabbin', moneygrabbin', son of a bitch, you’re going down

You’ve been up in the clouds but now you’re hitting the ground

Asskissin', sensemissin', you talk a lot of shit

We are playing for you so now you face the music

Misplaced, twofaced kid who got too much attention

How can one fucked up kid cause this much tension

Double-talker, crap-stalker I’ve had enough

We took you in and believed you were a friend and then you took a crap on us

Now I ask, who can you trust?

We gave you respect, now see what we get, in return you took a crap on us

Now I know, Your no one to trust…

Destroy the scene within and you’re hitting the ground

— You're going down

Now sail on through, the wind don’t change for you, but you change just like

the wind

Blow away and we’ll accept your sin

You came from the west, with what we detest, now the direction of the wind

Has turned, so let us begin… by saying…

You paint a false picture and stick on the wall

How dare you hang around and mock the shit out of us all

Every true artist says: «We're not gonna take it!»

Show your face here again and we are gonna break it

You’re gonna pay…