No woman no grind
I remember when we listened to Carca**
Looking at mutilated corpses in the pathologist's room
We still have good hearing
And we can't forget
How beautiful it was
To paint with that models' blood
Sew up the wounds
And don't spill all this blood
Otherwise you'll get my carpet dirty
And it won't be a good thing for you
My feet are the only means to play the drum kick
Therefor I have to play grind
Hoping that my carpet will stay clean