Verse 1:

It´s forty six thirty five till the day that they die
When they´re gathered they scream ´cause they got mutual pride

Let´s go back to the mid-eighties, when foreign people came there from all kinds of countries
Skinheads start to hide with bats in the bushes, wait to attack some black roaches

All of sudden a team was formed to put this zip code on the map
Let´s go back when street and the people heard a teaser and showed it love and respect

Not to long ago, they lost two beautiful queens and the zip code is still devastated, motivated to get this prick and watch him mutilated

The prick´s life is getting shorter as the years go by
You can play hide and seek, but not with 4635

Chorus:

Revenge-Revenge-Revenge (Why)
Revenge-Revenge-Revenge (aha) X2

Verse 2:

Do these people really hate him?
Are they here to beat him?
Nobody seems to like him
Somebody please come and save him

He ´s walking around with sweat on his face and his fucked up thoughts
This shit is killing him, soon he´ll blow this spot up with dozens of gunshots
He hates this place, he hates their ways cause they always come around and beat his face
Three hundred and sixty five days, he has been calling for peace and space

They say he´s not perfect so he needs to get his ass chased
Enough is enough
This life is tough, never knew this shit would be that rough
He´s trying his best too survive in every classroom
His anger has increased, he can feel it he can feel the fucking volume. (Chorus)

Verse 3:

He lived in the zip code was a Caucasian skitzo who could not get fixed though, but he had a family to feed and a daughter to raise MAN feel bad for this seed
Cause one day they found daddy with a bullet in his head. He shot himself crazy daddy is dead

His wife got crazier, just like her people from the north
She´s walks all the time, back and forth
Haven´t seen his kid for a while, last time Dalmatino Man saw her she was like a broken child…

God bless this kid and hope she makes it
If she doesn´t she will hang out in bad places with bad faces. (Faces)
You probably have seen her mother crazy on a bench, waiting for her husband to come back with his French. But her kid knows daddy ain´t coming back, so 4635 let me hear you scream revenge. (Chorus)