Silence,
I kill it in the shadows
Nobody looks at me, nobody names me
I give it to you,
because I have plenty
I leave it in plain sight,
because nobody steals it from me
The music is the soda that drowns me
I came out white and black,
I turned on the console
We have 34 coming over here
a
stupid spotty with bullets packaging diesel crisps,
cocaine and pussy
I want to * the bitch, not give her a course
This is as bad as going to the toilet
Chicago and New York know that it's * the 12
God taught me that there is a * between 12
Today's love is always post-mortem
Run fast, go in the closet, I'm in my pocket
All my hippies are rockets
Russian roulette, we don't play poker
I hang corpses inside my block
If I don't go,
I'll burn in the mud,
I go back to the lobby
Take out the cell phone,
the postcard,
and take off your tummy
We move onions in powder like Goya
I have the touch of a mom when I cook for my girlfriend