La Menthe Veneneuse 歌词

Fill her, oceanize her with your fluid French streets are not what you think they are... You wanted... you wanted a french connection, And a bitch barking at you all night long She taste the smell of your death You smell the fragrance of her poison Aids given has a present Caught in the fingers of poison mint She is the graal of those horny bastards And you're an apple without a skin She is the plagues of those alleys And you the rotten fruit of her revenge You can go limp you swine ! Your final countdown is starting now ! She taste the smell of your death You smell the fragrance of her poison Aids given has a present Caught in the fingers of poison mint