At the limits of the petro dollar city
I stood up, I was cynical, to get rid of all the cussers
In all the shady faces
Behind the rainbow to bend
A party that invites abusive and self-praise
Dan
I dreamed in a village
Cursed heavenly bandits
Who worships a ruin
Villagers sit in the bush
Throwing muddy on grass
His mouth sank the marijuana
Blowing his smoke in the wind
To fly to the corner of the village
A sign of the morning has arrived
Time passes hurry
Leaving the village in silence
The dry season is tired of staring
Murmus is a challenging tree
Dan
It rained down, encouraging the glorious world
Stories of cinema enjoyment
Start off
It is slowly escaping
By the fierceness of smoke in a bottle
The takeover of the Perantau from neighboring countries
To increase the competitiveness
His own people and his own people
At the limits of the petro dollar city
I cursed the Perantau
May God shrink his grave
The day left the day
The locals continue to bring homes
To seduce new children cut off the tip of his penis
They are treated to the free dishes of the Perantau
Dan
If they are addicted
The observer smiled
See how much open door he has for him
Those who still rely on their parents' milk
Made senility by Perantau
Every time forced by addiction
To request a recipe from the Registrar
The chicken,
This duck
That goat
Began to disappear in the outbreak
The hungry
Dan
The villagers are not drunk
They knew the Perantau sold the cursed goods
Which makes the village hit by misfortune
They believe in the devious Devils
He said,
"I just sold to the children of the city
Not to the poor children of the village
The thief had been born before I traded marijuana and sabu. "
At the limits of the petro dollar city
I cursed the Perantau
I condemn the villagers who pretend to be idiots
The Perantau is increasingly popular
He built the palaces
To be inhabited with his prostitutes
The wings are widespread
Far, not up to the eye for you to look
His adolescent was jubilant to hear his fart sounds
Make police hands trapped in void;
To catch the Perantau or its money?
In the police spouts sparkling questions
On their shoulders they dropped a question mark
Blur the prompts
Stitched with people's money
Dan
The question mark soon disappeared
Once the Coasters shook their hands
With envelope job
Enough to buy new wives of their wives
The police were holding hands in hand
Being stuck by the situation and poverty
They are proud and show off in newspapers
Then trial with injustice
Dan
The Perantau continued to walk
To show off its strangers across the country
State built with Islamic Sharia
At the limits of the petro dollar city
I cursed the Perantau
I cursed the villagers
I cursed the police
I cursed everyone who was silent for evil
Dan
For you I praise
The fighters in the "Ujung Pacu"
