When shit hits the fan, you run, don't you, coward-ass motherfucker?
Kings fall, empires burn, but the struggle ain't done
From the chains to the streets, we've been living under the gun
Fuck the ones who run, this battle gets won
Stand as one, yeah, stand as one
No more hiding when the damage is done

We want to go to the baile funk
But if I drop a heavy beat, will you be up for it?
Honor my intellect or, guy, it's a moment of confrontation
You don't care about Brazil?
Then celebrate at your own loss, ho

Once you realize you will require a person, ass
Get your cowardly rear down and pay attention to this narrative
The idiotic old woman wearing the Brazilian national soccer team jersey challenges my tolerance
Label me mad, we are both able to be deranged
Affection is not merely an action word, and I am able to observe strength directing

If I consume another one, I will sink into some toxin, exceeding my boundary
When lightning arrives, it pours down, fucking stupid-ass
The conflict is simmering, there is no debate, motherfucker
Screw fucking Brasília, yeah
Harvesting everything you plant

Therefore, your fate is arriving intensely, piss
You are no sibling, you are no follower, you are no companion
And a stone upon the street corner, and a queue for the addict
These periods of irritation keep everyone cycling, pissing
Exhale vapor toward the visage of the fucking conservatives

I engaged in battle the previous evening using a self-firing firearm
The hypocritical and stupid evangelicals went into hiding
Hahaha!

When shit hits the fan, you run, don't you, coward-ass motherfucker?
Kings fall, empires burn, but the struggle ain't done
From the chains to the streets, we've been living under the gun
Fuck the ones who run, this battle gets won
Stand as one, yeah, stand as one
No more hiding when the damage is done