I'm sick of this words That you make in your mouth Sick of you voice That fills my mind Step down and say Something doesn't make sense This fool situacion I think I'm still mad I was hiding emotions Don't think it's right Now instead of roses You get the gun Nothing to say than sight We'll count to three And then you shoot But oops you didn't know That I'm Bulletproof We'll count to three And then you shoot Oops you didn't know That I'm Bulletproof We'll count to three And then you shoot But oops you didn't know That I'm Bulletproof We'll count to three One, Two, Three And then you shoot But oops you didn't know That I'm Bulletproof We'll count to three And then you shoot But oops you didn't know That I'm Bulletproof We'll count to three Three... MUEVELO!