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If you want problems

Come to the streets of Bronx

Here you’ll find death

Chains and knives, your choice

We are destroy

We go to genocide

Hell is open at midnight

All freaks running outside

Waiting to drink and kill

Nobody wants to survive

We are destroy

We go to genocide

Soldiers of the streets are fighting

Bullets! People are dying

Here you’ll find death

Chains and knives, your choice