COPÃ (2007)

not yet we not going to the lunch time? 

please, lets talk to lunch in the mildred of the college restaurant, okah?

cammon, magik man. lets go to open bottles of wiskeyah and mi(LSD)k and so on. 

lumberjack, crackpot, maryjoana bills.

wannaguéhigh voltage cranial nervea, huh

hey, you fu**in

bba ya

you and you dongles bastards are the most provocative i wanaa kill them all

tonite

tonite dynamite your teeth

inside of your teets re the megakraus. a little mid system creature raise in hell.

beside the road

we toasting our dreams, under a sun made of glass and piss of the devil

why your Word are going always in direction of cristian diablos?

is that you like it?

or is because you are the great son of a bitch?

please, now look at you eyes, from inside.

dont like anyhis magik powers, imafraid.

NOW

ok. lets go copãl

your soul is doomed.