Tekster:
Black Flag Jealous Again

the end, no it's not the end You're jealous again You're jealous again You're jealous again And again and again And again and again And again and again

Spoken: It's not my imagination I've got a gun on my back! Promises you made Never become fact We're gonna get revenge You won't know what hit you We

Spoken: You don't have anything personal against me do you? You bet I've got something personal against you! We know you stole our song You were there

like you and her and you to pick Shabby Bleu, Pimpin Karl you'z the shit Niggas fuckin hairlines aint moved a bit Fly in here like flag (Yup) Jealous

enjoyment is so annoying Exploiting, morally destroying Around a flag their serpent's calling My spirit's boiling, it's simple If we sin don't do it again